Musings

In the point of rest at the center of our being, 

We encounter a world where all things are at rest in the same way.

Then a tree becomes a mystery, a cloud a revelation, 

Each man a cosmos of whose riches we can only catch glimpses.

The life of simplicity is simple, but it opens to us a book

In which we never get beyond the first syllable.

~Dag Hammarskjöld, Markings

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