Isn’t it so, my friend
That The Book writes Itself in our heart,
Every time ?
In sitting, eyes half-closed, I hear The Book, I read It.
Whoever calls this lack of humility, impudence,
Has he ever sat ?
Isn’t it so, my friend
That The Book writes Itself in our heart,
Every time ?
In sitting, eyes half-closed, I hear The Book, I read It.
Whoever calls this lack of humility, impudence,
Has he ever sat ?
Notes & Silence 
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Why is it impudence to hear your inner, perhaps greater, self?
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