Have you ever tried to enter the long black branches of other lives-
tried to imagine what the crisp fringes, full of honey, hanging
from the branches of the young locust trees, in early morning, feel like?
Do you think this world was only an entertainment for you?
Never to enter the sea and notice how the water divides
with perfect courtesy, to let you
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Who can travel the miles who does not put one foot
in front of the other, all attentive to what presents itself
continually?
Who will behold the inner chamber who has not observed
with admiration, even with rapture, the outer stone?"
yessss
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I couldn't BELIEVE that this poem wasn't in the tags/memories.
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a friend sent it to me a long time ago & it's been a favorite since.
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