I came across this poem today and found it perfect. I thought of hanblechia. It is written by D.H. Lawrence.... When we get out of the glass bottles of our ego, and when we escape like squirrels turning in the cages of our personality and get into the forests again, we shall shiver with cold and fright but things will happen to us, so that we dont know ourselves. Cool, unlying life will rush in, and passion will make our bodies taut with power, we shall stamp our feet with new power and old things will fall down, we shall laugh, and institutions will curl up like burnt paper.
Posted on: Wed, 23 Oct 2013 23:48:07 +0000
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