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7.3.18

lessons



We have told millions of true stories,
and they are all the same one.
We are born, we die,
and in-between, if we say yes,
we know the ecstasy of living.
Suffering is here to stay,
and so is bliss,
and they grow together
like weeds and wheat,
nurtured in the same soil,
inseparable.
If we pay attention,
we'll hear a call to leave home,
and only those who leave
come home again.
Figuring out meanings of things
is a dead-end.
So why are we here?
For the rapture of being alive.
And if you want to know more,
find the poet or mystic or artist
journeying inside you.
Don't be scared of their light,
and get ready for odyssey.

/Joseph Campbell

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Marie Kl├ęber says:
at: 7:34 AM said...

Powerful!
I love these words. I love this vision of life.
Thank you for sharing.

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