“When we get out of the glass bottle of our ego and when we escape like the squirrels in the cage of our personality and get into the forest again, we shall shiver with cold and fright. But things will happen to us so that we don’t know ourselves. Cool, unlying life will rush in.”
I’ve always loved this poem! Beautiful photos, too!
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I can’t believe I hadn’t read it before now! It really speaks to me.
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I first read it in a book called Earth Prayers
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Nice!
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🙂
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