Haibun Thinking:

Film Quote Prompt.

Golly, did I hear you say you would be free if you could?

Gussy the Goose, Charlotte’s Web (2006)


He sat staring at the cold steel bars. As he had done now every day for the last 6 years. The same bars. The same view. He felt trapped. Claustrophobic. Panic srtiken and anxious. Why me? What did I do to deserve this? He knew the answer. He knew why he was there.Inside these prison walls. Suffocated by his lack of freedom. Weighed down by a sentence passed upon himself. Guilt. The hardest emotion to bear. I’m here because of my own actions.I can’t change that. I had to do it. On the other side of the bars a face smiled. Smiled at him. A deep knowing smile. Though silent, it spoke words of power. I am free here in this cell.

Free on the inside

Imprisoned on the outside

Leaves fall from the tree


My piece today was inspired by a passage I read many years ago in a book by Pierro Ferrucci entitled ‘What We May Be’ about his teacher and the founder of Pyschosynthesis, Roberto Assagioli.

Below is a small part of a text on Assagioli’s life which references the same incident that inspired me then and still does now.

World War II proved to be much more of a disruption in the life and work of Dr. Roberto Assagioli than was the first war. His institute in Rome was closed by the Fascist government, which was critical of his “Jewish background, his humanitarianism, and his internationalism” (Smith 1974). The government then accused him of being a pacifist, because he claimed that true peace could only be found within, and not by violent, political, or legal means—and consequently he was locked in solitary confinement for a full month. But Assagioli made use of his imprisonment by making it what he called a “spiritual retreat,” focusing on meditation and his inner life, and he recorded the following transpersonal experience during this time:

“A sense of boundlessness, of no separation from all that is, a mergingwith the self of the whole. First an outgoing movement, but not towards any particular object or individual being—an overflowing or effusion in all directions, as the ways of an ever expanding sphere. A sense of universal love. “

(in Schaub and Schaub 1996, 20–21)

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