Hiking the Sacred Self
Engaging the sacred self through immersion into Nature.
When the soul lies down in the grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase
each other
doesn't make any sense.
- Rumi
Sunday, February 20, 2011
seeds we've sewn (I found this in an old journal of mine )
When the fire eventually dies down from a blaze to an ember,
what is left is the bare bones
and the truth of what you've sewn .
Lark
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