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THE JAINA GAZETTE
A pungent smell that heals while it pleases, A tiny river wandering along at the feet of these giants
Unperturbed, clear and sparkling of water, Colored stones showing through the clearness,
Of its green water. The great poems of Nature, that dwarf our small activities
And put to shame our petty struggles, And rouse in us the deep desire to measure us in some way
To these tremendous settings.
Deep, deep, deep with me Down deep and back of this bag of tricks The world calls Me, In the quiet of my innermost being, Safe, secure, waiting recognition I AM. That is the real, eternal I.
A monkey climbing in a tree, A monkey jumping from limb to limb, Seeing, feeling, smelling, tasting, Inquiring, investigating, unsatisfied, Jumping, jumping, jumping, Shall I call this my Self and Shall I look no more? This outer mind- this unreal selfIs that my birthright, Is that the secret of my being, Is that the ultimate ? Is that I ?
