With their blind eyes                          
how does the seed                             
wait and listen                                    
the memory of                                      
a glowing pool of pure light               
an answer to a great longing                                                             

There is a holiness                              
chords way down in my being           
one great cone filled with                  
a joyfulness that catches you up        
to give vibration                                 
a surging through                                      

Yet I am afraid                                                                                 
the sky is dark and wild                         

~ Cento of lines taken from Hundreds and Thousands, The Journals of Emily Carr, p. 23, 26, 31, 32, 33, 37, 38, 39, 42