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- (page 95)
- I was not aware of the moment
- when I first crossed
- the threshold of this life.
- What was the power that made me
- open out into this vast mystery
- like a bud in the forest at midnight!
- When in the morning
- I looked upon the light
- I felt in a moment that
- I was no stranger in this world,
- that the inscrutable
- without name and form
- had taken me in its arms
- in the form of my own mother.
- Even so, in death
- the same unknown will appear
- as ever known to me.
- And because I love this life,
- I know I shall love death as well.
- The child cries out when
- from the right breast
- the mother takes it away,
- in the very next moment
- to find in the left one
- its consolation.