Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Obrigada.

Soon the child's dear eyes
 become clouded by ideas and opinions, preconceptions and abstractions;
simple free being becomes encrusted by a
 burdensome armor of the ego.

Not until years later does
 an instinct come that a
 vital sense of mystery has been withdrawn.

The sun glints through the pines,
and the heart is pierced in a moment of beauty and strange pain,
like a distant memory of paradise.
After that day,
we become seekers.

Peter Matthiesson





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