' The "I" was going '...

It was one of those lovely summer evenings when I sat far into the night: first, enjoying the sunset, then, the darkening landscape, lastly, the lights alone.

The curtains remained undrawn: I could not bring myself to attend to waiting work, and shut out this fascinating scene.

For it drew me away, held me, melted me.

The "I" was going.

I love these long lingering summer sunfalls.

Then I can put duties aside, turn from the activities which life amongst men imposes, and go with all this beauty into Mystery Itself.



-- Notebooks Category 3: Relax and Retreat > Chapter 7:
Sunset Contemplation > # 20 Paul Brunton