A nugget worthy of sharing from the more mystical writings of Emily Dickinson. Some of her small musings are deep and mysterious although this one’s meaning is very clear. I love it:
I stepped from Plank to Plank/A slow and cautious way/The Stars about my Head I felt/About my Feet the Sea.
I knew not but the next/Would be my final inch-This gave me that precarious Gait/Some call Experience.
Very best wishes and thanks to Emily