When you come to the door of your new self, you will know it is time to let go of the shadow who walks behind you with the box of old books.
In the place behind the door, there is no room for anything but your shining heart free of all your fears, the grievances you carried for so long.
In the place behind the door, your deepest longing will greet you on the path to a high meadow. Sit on the soft grass. Let the great dome of sky, widening rays of sun and all the faces of heaven show what you have become.
< Lorraine Gane >Posted 4月 20th, 2008 by katja_w