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who am I? I am not a wife. for if the grave calls and my love follows then I shall cease to be. I am not a mother. for if the ground breaks open and swallows both my infants whole God forbid— then I shall cease to be. I am neither poet nor writer for if the tide of thought, word, feeling ebbs, and the well of inspired speech dries up then I shall cease to be. who I am: I am but one who follows Life, Light, Truth. I am but one who walks the dusty, worn-out path of a good and kind Teacher. I am a bamboo reed bending in the wind. I am a calf nursing at her mother’s ******* I am a pencil drawing lines on a page. I am a cluster of rhododendrons nourished by the canopy. I am a badger finding shelter in the rocks. who am I? I am but one who follows Life, wherever He leads.
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May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 3:58 AM UTC
Who I Am
who am I? I am not a wife. for if the grave calls and my love follows then I shall cease to be. I am not a mother. for if the ground breaks open and swallows both my infants whole God forbid— then I shall cease to be. I am neither poet nor writer for if the tide of thought, word, feeling ebbs, and the well of inspired speech dries up then I shall cease to be. who I am: I am but one who follows Life, Light, Truth. I am but one who walks the dusty, worn-out path of a good and kind Teacher. I am a bamboo reed bending in the wind. I am a calf nursing at her mother’s ******* I am a pencil drawing lines on a page. I am a cluster of rhododendrons nourished by the canopy. I am a badger finding shelter in the rocks. who am I? I am but one who follows Life, wherever He leads.
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May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 3:58 AM UTC
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