I've came across this video by chance today :
http://vimeo.com/26412969When Alan Jacobs reached
"Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden."
I had a strong feeling that I've been through this scenario before.As if he read those words for me before...when? I don't know in some distant past...
As for the rest of the poem:
"My words echo
Thus, in your mind.
But to what purpose
Disturbing the dust on a bowl of rose-leaves
I do not know."
I was saying it with him in my heart for I knew its content all along...
I had no idea what was happening,It was strange experience but very pleasant
