The living self has one purpose only to come into its own fullness of being, as a tree comes into full blossom, or a bird into spring beauty, or a tiger into lustre.
The living self has one purpose only to come into its own fullness of being, as a tree comes into full blossom, or a bird into spring beauty, or a tiger into lustre.
The true self is not aware that it is a self. A bird, as it sings, sings itself. But not according to a picture. It has no idea of itself.
I think more of a bird with broad wings flying and lapsing through the air, than anything, when I think of metre.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories