Raderna: D.H. Lawrence

When we get out of the glass bottles of our ego,
and when we escape like squirrels turning in the cages of our personality
and get into the forests again,
we shall shiver with cold and fright
but things will happen to us
so that we don’t know ourselves.

Cool, unlying life will rush in,
and passion will make our bodies taut with power,
we shall stamp our feet with new power
and old things will fall down,
we shall laugh, and institutions will curl up like burnt paper.

Dikten överförde/snodde jag direkt från Helena Loofts blogg. Passar fint så här mellan jul och nyår: Life will rush in! Hoppeligen.