" ...

To reach beyond imitation,

And the wheel of repetition,

 

Deep into the call of all

The unfinished and unsolved

 

Until the veil of the unknown yields

And something original begins

To stir toward your senses

Ang grow stronger in your heart

In order to come to birth

In a clean line of form,

That claims from time

A rhythm not yet heard

that calls space to

a different shape.

 

May it be its own force field

And dwell uniquely

Between the heart and the light

 

To surprise the hungry eye

By how drftly it fits

About its secret loss."

 

By John O'Donohue

 

 

 

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