Lucky are those who,
while singing like birds, can also roar like lions.
For theirs is not only the beauty of flowers,
the peace of snow on earth,
the nostalgia of sunsets and moonlight,
the joy of sunrise and the strangeness of night,
but also the wail of the howling gale and the sound of thunder,
the fury of raging seas and the power of lightning;
For they are One with the pulse of the Universe and within them throbs Life…
unconfined, unlimited in all splendor!
For they have seen the angels and the demons and fear neither.
Theirs is the peace of silence and the freedom of solitude.
I have no idea who wrote this, so if you do, please credit them. I couldn’t find it online for the life of me.