We are foreign to ourselves.  There are times when we seem to be sleep walking through our daily lives, superficially skating along the surface, strangers to our motives and desires, to our own actions, which we do not recognize or comprehend.  We coast along until an old saying, or a phrase from long forgotten song, or a poem itself suddenly wells up and shocks us awake.  We are startled back into authenticity, into deeper and truer relationship to our inner lives, into a greater feeling for the genuine mysteries of the different realms we inhabit.  I believe we should treasure these words like a talisman, since they deliver and restore us to ourselves.

Edward Hirsh


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