Retreats & Workshops
we get out of the glass bottles of our ego,
when we escape like squirrels turning in the cages of our personality
get into the forests again,
shall shiver with cold and fright
things will happen to us
that we don't know ourselves.
unlying life will rush in,
passion will make our bodies taut with power,
shall stamp our feet with new power
old things will fall down,
shall laugh, and institutions will curl up like burnt paper.