Gedicht
Gedicht over willen
· bijgewerkt 2 september 2026
When I run fast after what I think I want, my days are a furnance of distress and anxiety; If I sit in my own place of patience, what I need flows to me, and without any pain. From this I understand that what I want also wants me, is looking for me and attracting me. There is a great secret in this for anyone who can grasp it.