Calligraphy by Thomas Merton
Fashioned from clay, we carry the memory of the earth. Ancient, forgotten things stir within our hearts, memories from the time before the mind was born. Within us are depths that keep watch. These are depths that no words can trawl or light unriddle. Our neon times have neglected and evaded the depth-kingdoms of interiority in favor of the ghost realms of cyberspace. We have unlearned the patience and attention of lingering at the thresholds where the unknown awaits us. We have become haunted pilgrims addicted to distraction and driven by the speed and color of images.
| — | John O'Donohue, Beauty: The Invisible Embrace, from Whiskey River. |
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ReplyDeletesit _____________
To
sit
just sit _
To
breathe
just breathe _
This sitting
This breathing
This blessing _
alas we are dirt
like trees we have limbs
and rooted in the stars
wisdom is in the body
not the mind as is supposed
to just sit and breathe
is in its very self wisdom
but not very accepted
so life is lived out of the mind
ln turmoil and confusion -
Blessings ______________________boK
very true, bob. thanks
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