! ! Everyone A Prince Growing Toward A King

To live is to be slowly born’ – what a simple and refreshing view familiar to a born devout Hindu; yet spoken by Saint-Exupery, who saw his little prince become so great.. how wonderful are common words shaking the common out of us; growing nobly into our true self; so that arguments about rebirth take second place.. where the future is all full of golden promise as we become acquainted with ourself; what matter, then, if it be iron age or gold? Walk around now, in this cornfield of the soul: see as a meadow sees: for all around are seeds now human growings, watered into life with love, growing into themselves, all golden-ripe; Traherne’s immortal golden wheat: remembered as a child into the memory of a man; to immortality; the heaven of ourselves, becoming clear within; and maybe then, some few among that meadow crowd may catch your eye; and in that youthful light may grow a little in their own true sight.