I read this poem
today and it touched me deeply. It was as if written for me.
For it is I who must begin and persist, without grand speeches and ostentatious gestures. It is I who must listen to the voice and live in harmony with it. There are no excuses. It would not be easier anywhere else or any other time. Courage and honesty- both have to come from me. Whether all is really lost or not depends entirely on whether or not I am lost.
It is I Who Must Begin
It is I who must begin.
For it is I who must begin and persist, without grand speeches and ostentatious gestures. It is I who must listen to the voice and live in harmony with it. There are no excuses. It would not be easier anywhere else or any other time. Courage and honesty- both have to come from me. Whether all is really lost or not depends entirely on whether or not I am lost.
It is I Who Must Begin
It is I who must begin.
Once I begin,
once I try --
here and now,
right where I
am,
not excusing
myself
by saying things
would be easier
elsewhere,
without grand
speeches and
ostentatious
gestures,
but all the more
persistently
-- to live in
harmony
with the
"voice of Being," as I
understand it
within myself
-- as soon as I
begin that,
I suddenly
discover,
to my surprise,
that
I am neither the
only one,
nor the first,
nor the most
important one
to have set out
upon that road.
Whether all is
really lost
or not depends
entirely on
whether or not I
am lost.
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