There is an inmost center in us all,
Where truth abides in fullness. . .
And to Know
Rather consists in opening out a way
Whence the imprisoned splendour may escape
Than in effecting entry for a light
Supposed to be without.
If you listen carefully, perhaps you can hear voices,
Calling to you from your inmost center.
They are the voices of your own imprisoned splendour:
Your forgotten wisdom
Your buried joy,
And your lost passion
Longing to be set free.
~Robert Browning, "Paracelsus."
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