Oh, you givers!

How am I supposed to get anywhere here? Here

On this forest path?

There they offer their fruits for free,

The raspberries, a few blackberries, ah,

And there they stand too, the nettle with its seed.

They call for me to taste and

So I accept the gifts. Taste.

Each has a different one to offer.

Small and sweet, large and aromatic, a little overripe, still a little sour.

And so they stand there, each as a different being.

Like at the market.

Only they don’t tempt me

To encourage me to buy.

They selflessly give me everything they have to offer.

Rejoice with me in my happiness.

Only fear reigns in the market. Here blossoms only cosmic love.

Pain must never be allowed to guide us. Our actions grow out of the fearless knowledge of our security in the meaning, of our soulfulness and of the eternal unity of everything. We always act in love for everything and everyone. There is no inner separation. Pain alone must never guide us.

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