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| a picture by Frithof Schuon |
She sits on her own ground. And she's made of the stuff of living minerals. No atom is dead. The spirit thrives continually on the threshold !
What comes from elsewhere, belongs here as well. No thing is a stranger in her mind. Nothing is strange. Unless someone lies.
If it comes from heaven she accepts it. And if from hell, she'll fight it relentlessly. All immeasurable and limited figures reside indefinitely in her mind's unbounded infinite circle.
But she's only a metallic carbon compound when seen from the outside with strange scientific artificial instruments. Yet she breathes. Her blood carries all the weight of her noble race.
Heaven and earth mingle into nothingness. Her soul knows no bounds. Even the dark foreboding birds that bring trial and triumph, sleep as she sits.
Indians dont exist. And she knows this.
Because in the cross sections that cut into her heart, the soul stands erect like an intangible pillar.
Even the heavens cannot withstand any longer her eternity !
What comes from elsewhere, belongs here as well. No thing is a stranger in her mind. Nothing is strange. Unless someone lies.
If it comes from heaven she accepts it. And if from hell, she'll fight it relentlessly. All immeasurable and limited figures reside indefinitely in her mind's unbounded infinite circle.
But she's only a metallic carbon compound when seen from the outside with strange scientific artificial instruments. Yet she breathes. Her blood carries all the weight of her noble race.
Heaven and earth mingle into nothingness. Her soul knows no bounds. Even the dark foreboding birds that bring trial and triumph, sleep as she sits.
Indians dont exist. And she knows this.
Because in the cross sections that cut into her heart, the soul stands erect like an intangible pillar.
Even the heavens cannot withstand any longer her eternity !
