Footfalls echo in the memory, Down the passage which we did not take, Towards the door we never opened Into the rose-garden.
Footfalls echo in the memory, Down the passage which we did not take, Towards the door we never opened Into the rose-garden.
The moon has lost her memory.
This is the use of memory:
For liberation-not less of love but expanding
Of love beyond desire, and so liberation
From the future as well as the past.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories