Finding the FatherMy friend, this body offers to carry us for nothing— as the ocean carries logs. So on some days the body wails with its great energy; it smashes up the boulders, lifting small crabs, that flow around the sides. Someone knocks on the door. We do not have time to dress. He wants us to go with him through the blowing and rainy streets, to the dark house. We will go there, the body says, and there find the father whom we have never met, who wandered out in a snowstorm the night we were born, and who then lost his memory, and has lived since longing for his child, whom he saw only once… while he worked as a shoemaker, as a cattle herder in Australia, as a restaurant cook who painted at night. When you light the lamp you will see him. He sits there behind the door… the eyebrows so heavy, the forehead so light… lonely in his whole body, waiting for you. Robert Bly
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  2. He knew only that his child was his warrant. He said: If he is not the word of God God never spoke. - Cormac McCarthy
  3. Your father is the only God. You can also become god but you must follow a simple rule and let that rule be made up of love. - Santosh Kalwar
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More Quotes By Robert Bly
  1. It is not our job to remain whole. We came to lose our leaves Like the trees, and be born again, Drawing up from the great roots.
  2. Reclaiming the sacred in our lives naturally brings us close once more to the wellsprings of poetry.
  3. I have daughters and I have sons. When one of them lays a hand On my shoulder, shining fish Turn suddenly in the deep sea.
  4. The human face shines as it speaks of things Near itself, thoughts full of dreams. The human face shines like a dark sky As it speaks of those things that oppress the living
  5. We have never understood how birds manage to fly, Nor who the genius is who makes up dreams, Now how heaven and earth can appear in a poem.
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