The stars are in our belly; the Milky Way our umbilicus.
Is it a consolation that the stuff of which we’re made
is star-stuff too?
– That wherever you go you can never fully disappear –
dispersal only: carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, oxygen.
Tree, rain, coal, glow-worm, horse, gnat, rock.
Wednesday, 9 April 2014
This morning, Tricycle Buddhist mag sent this quote through, with which I can SO identify: my life feels so complex, and I crave simplicity. How difficult it is to achieve when one's inspiration is rooted in engagement with the world (and even the verb 'to achieve' suggests striving towards some goal, which is actually a misunderstanding in terms of Buddhist teachings; and a trap... 'nowhere to get to, nothing to do' is also the essence of simplicity as a mindstate).
'I dream of simplicity, but I'm as far from it as ever. That is my practice, how to be in the world and remain simple. One day perhaps I'll accept the fact that I am never going to find the simple life. Maybe the first step toward simplicity will be to accept that my life will never be simple even if I go live in a cave and subsist on green nettles like Milarepa.'
~Peter Matthiessen, 'Emptying the Bell'
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