I am reading the book "Eat, Pray, Love: One Woman's Search...
Like many others, I found the quote "From the center of my life, there came a great fountain...." to be so profound. It is such a spring-board for thought and inner reflection. Take a moment to think on this. What is your great fountain?
And, of course being the left-brain person that I am, I was curious to see where the line had come from. Here is the poem in its entirity. Enjoy and reflect.
From The Wild Iris
by Louise Gluck
At the end of my suffering
there was a door.
Hear me out: that which you call death
I remember.
Overhead, noises, branches of the pine shifting.
Then nothing. The weak sun
flickered over the dry surface.
It is terrible to survive
as consciousness
buried in the dark earth.
Then it was over: that which you fear, being
a soul and unable
to speak, ending abruptly, the stiff earth
bending a little. And what I took to be
birds darting in low shrubs.
You who do not remember
passage from the other world
I tell you I could speak again: whatever
returns from oblivion returns
to find a voice:
from the center of my life came
a great fountain, deep blue
shadows on azure sea water.
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