“I still remember the day in my childhood when I was made to struggle across my lessons in a first primer… Suddenly, I came to a rhymed sentence of combined words, which may be translated thus –
‘It rains, the leaves tremble.’
At once, I came to a world wherein I recovered my full meaning. My mind touched the creative realm of expression, and at that moment I was no longer a mere student with his mind muffled by spelling lessons, enclosed by a classroom.
The rhythmic picture of tremulous leaves beaten by the rain opened before my mind the world which does not merely carry information, but a harmony with my being. The unmeaning fragments lost their individual isolation and my mind revelled in the unity of a vision.
In a similar manner, on that morning in the village, the facts of my life suddenly appeared to me in a luminous unity of truth… I felt sure that some Being who comprehended me and my world was seeking his best expression in all my experiences, uniting them into an ever-widening individuality which is a spiritual work of art.”
Rabindranath Tagore, The Religion of Man
As Conscious Writers, we align all aspects of ourselves – body, emotions, mind and soul – to clear the way for the natural creative flow of life itself to pour through us, onto the page and into the world.
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