The true harvest of my life is intangible---a little star dust caught, a portion of the rainbow I have clutched.
~ Henry David Thoreau
Posted for Wordless Wednesday

When you lose touch with inner stillness, you lose touch with yourself. When you lose touch with yourself, you lose yourself in the world. Your innermost sense of self, of who you are, is inseparable from stillness. This is the I Am that is deeper than name and form. 

sunset at Diplomat Hill, Baguio City 
Foggy mountains along Kennon Road in Baguio
