If I knew where to find
a door into unknown 
tranquil spaces filled with light
to feed on the silence and wonder
the quiet green ravines
the blue sea lapping them  

The trees are heavy with it
such volume of glorious sounds
rhythm and space
voices in an unknown tongue:
We are still here
You are one of us    

~ Cento of lines taken from Hundreds and Thousands, The Journals of Emily Carr, p. 22, 23, 24, 26, 27, 28, 21, 36, 37, 40, 42