Breath of Life

16 Sep


September 2013

Last night I had the best feeling. The best feeling/best sleep I have had in a while.

I read this poem:

There are two kids of intelligence: One acquired, as a child in school memorizes facts and concepts from books and from what the teachers ays, collecting information from the traditional sciences as well as from the new sciences


With such intelligence you rise in the world. You get ranked ahead or behind others in regard to your competence in retaining information. You stroll with this intelligence in and out of fields of knowledge, getting always more marks on your preserving tablets. 


There is another kind of tablet, one already completed and preserved inside you. A spring overflowing its springbox. A freshness in the centre of the chest. This other intelligence does not turn yellow or stagnate. It’s fluid, and it doesn’t move from outside to inside through the conduits of plumbing-learning. 


This second knowing is a fountainhead from within you, moving out. 



I took five minutes, breathing in and out. Finding this space, this space of inherited knowledge, of the light from within that fills me with joy. Breathing in oxygen that gave me life.

And I was still… in such a warm glow of completeness I didn’t want it to end. A place where everything was all right, where my worries didn’t come to bother me, where I felt love for myself and those around me. It was truly magically.

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