Wednesday, October 17, 2012


In the early days of my job, I had a lot of time. That's when I'd surf with something of a gluttonous streak and keep making folders to store my finds. Then work started and I forgot. Today, in one of Osho's essays, I came across a simple, stark, beautiful poem.

Here it is:

The Bridge
I didn't believe,
Standing on the bank of a river
Which was wide and swift,
That I would cross that bridge
Plaited from thin, fragile reeds
Fastened with bast.
I walked delicately as a butterfly
And heavily as an elephant,
I walked surely as a dancer
And wavered as a blind man.
I didn't believe that i would cross that bridge,
And now that i am standing on the other side,
I don't believe i crossed it.

- Leopold Staff

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