A quote from the Upanishads on our immortal self

Like two birds of golden plumage, inseparable companions, the individual self and the immortal Self are perched on branches of the selfsame tree. The former tastes of the sweet and bitter fruits of the tree; the latter, tasting of neither, calmly observes.  ―The Upanishads

POEMS: “In Our Consciousness of Time” by Wendell Berry

In Our Consciousness of Time In our consciousness of time we are doomed to the past. The future we may dream of but can know it only after it has come and gone. The present too we know only as the past.  When we say, “This now is present, the heat, the breeze, the rippling…