The forget-me-nots of the angels
Silently, one by one,
in the infinite meadows of heaven,
Blossomed the lovely stars,
the forget-me-nots of the angels.
in the infinite meadows of heaven,
Blossomed the lovely stars,
the forget-me-nots of the angels.
The first task, clearly, is to detach the sense of identity from the descriptions of yourself. This does not mean to find another description that would be the correct one. It means to realize there is no description of you.