Today’s Life-Line is:
A Fence
Now the stone house on the lake front is finished and the
workmen are beginning the fence.
The palings are made of iron bars with steel points that
can stab the life out of any man who falls on them.
As a fence, it is a masterpiece, and will shut off the rabble
and all vagabonds and hungry men and all wandering
children looking for a place to play.
Passing through the bars and over the steel points will go
nothing except Death and the Rain and To-morrow.
~ Carl Sandburg
From Chicago Poem, © 1912
Artwork: djm
I am slowly taking the time to read past entries as I find them helpful in my own journey. One of my conclusions has been that mystics are born and not created – and I continue to ask why? For me questions and ideas are simply fun to play with yet at some point need to be released, and that process moves us ( me) into the direct experience. I call this Zen and illusion of self. Thanks for your interesting observations of the path.
thanks for the sandburg. great last line. k