There is a sacred place where the unicorns and the wild women roam freely. Where the shadow of the self is dissolved into the purest of light. In this place there is no ego, only the glittering realisation of the beauty that is always and has always been everywhere and in every thing.
You’ve dreamt of this place before, so long ago you’ve forgotten. When we are born into this world we know how to live, without inhibition or influence. This is where the wild creatures go to remember…
To remember how to live...
Illustration by Gianfranco Ogliani from the book 'The Unicorn and the Sea'