12d (edited) • Insights
The Word Itself
Let the Word itself find its way alone,
Drift on wings of air, unconfined,
Through meadow sweet and forest stone,
A spirit breath on the seeking mind.
No heavy hand can force its flight,
No cage of thought its essence hold,
It comes as water, pure and bright,
To quench the thirst of hearts grown cold.
Poem by Arvia MacKaye Ege (1902–1986), an American anthroposophist, artist, and poet
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The Word Itself
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Exploring the deep spiritual questions of our time with the help of the insights of Rudolf Steiner.
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