stands next to each other, the roots of sorrow and the fruits of happiness, the sweet song of spring's awakening and a winter's lifeless sleep, the greatest poverty and endless riches, a riddle and an answer.
A beautifully rich reflection!
Blessings,
Christine
Reviewed by Diana Legun (Reader)
Reviewed on April 11, 2012
This, in a playground setting of teeter totter, would be: one must move from the center point one way, then the other, or there is no ride. That is us; we swing from bitter-root sorrow (grounded) to fruits of happiness (in the air). To grow and move, we need those ups and downs: In your words in "Some kind of a game" - "To consume its fruit all at one time, you would smother in its sweetness." ~~ Diana
This book chronicles an infinite allegoric odyssey of Absolute Awakening in which a learned man, a mute man, and a recluse woman are the principal players. The mute and the recluse are the learned one's Teachers and Guides on his journey of Enlighten
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Christine
Diana...
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