“Alone, yet in the hearts
Of those who long for peace,
The restless feel my Aloneness;
The hungry eat it;
The thirsty drink it…
…Whatever danger threatens,
My aloneness breaks the spell,
Where misery craves company,
My Aloneness they may share…
…Alone, I walk and talk with men
Or stroll along the shady lane.
Aloneness has been granted me
Wherever I may be.”
From The Art of Meditation
By Joel S. Goldsmith
Pottery by Daniel Peccia
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