Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home:
Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
Shades of the prison-house begin to close
Upon the growing Boy,
But he beholds the light, and whence it flows,
He sees it in his joy;
The Youth, who daily further from the east
Must travel, still is Nature’s Priest,
And by the vision splendid
Is on his way attended;
At length the Man perceives it die away,
And fade into the light of common day.
– William Wordsworth ‘Intimations of Immortality
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How amazing. I have just picked up Eckhart Tolle’s ‘The Power of Now’ to re-read. He asks that you pause to regain an awareness of Being. In the pause I turned to my emails (why did I do this? I am supposed to be considering the eternal?) and your post was the first thing I read. Wordsworth’s words leapt off the screen, confirming that which I had been asked to contemplate x
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I’m always happy to see someone else is reading Eckhart Tolle’s books. Both of his books are full of wisdom. -Angelika
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