
Originally Posted by
theranger
I wanted to understand the overwhelming feeling I get when looking at a beautiful sunset or looking out from the top of a mountain. A feeling of being so full up I think I'm going to explode. Its beautiful and vast and something I can connect to any time I want to.
I then started to listen to my own instincts. Instinctually I feel we come out of the one and go back into the one when we die. No religion is going to convey to me what I should feel or think. I know inside what is right and true for me.
In that case I suggest you try some poetry of the Romantics. Coleridge, Blake, Wordsworth and the like.
Now my friends emerge
Beneath the wide wide Heaven-and view again
The many-steepled tract magnificent
Of hilly fields and meadows, and the sea
With some fair bark,perhaps, whose sails light up
The slip of smooth clear blue betwixt two Isles
Of purple shadow! Yes! They wander on
In gladness all...
S.T. Coleridge
Tut