 | It is a wonder: to see all that is going on in the human world and feel apart from it because it doesn't make sense. But what does make sense is the song of birds, the flow of water, the feel of wind, the light of sun through the pines, the bite of mosquito, the soft fur of cat rubbing against the ankle, the smell of smoke, the blue of sky. No matter if they keep trying to solve problems in a way that they teach their children is not the way to solve problems (don't hit each other! she says, as she delivers a smack to make him mind.) |
The senses bring us back to reality. We get back in touch with what is real: Dust in the air. The taste of avocado. Mildew. Kate jasmines blooming by the gate. Clover and flower. The ache or joy in our heart, the desire to unfold, a sore muscle. The scent of freedom. The scent of danger lurking just out of reach. We stop, look, and listen; we wonder if we are in touch with reality or simply beside ourselves. How can we be sure?
Sometimes we forget that our lives are a mystery. That life itself is a mystery. We think we know what's going on---until we stop and really think about it. Then we have to admit that we are only going on assumptions. We choose the assumptions that appeal to us and claim them to be reality. Yet when we are with leaf and branch, we can toss the assumptions aside and simply be.
Sometimes we forget that our lives are a mystery. That life itself is a mystery. We think we know what's going on---until we stop and really think about it. Then we have to admit that we are only going on assumptions. We choose the assumptions that appeal to us and claim them to be reality. Yet when we are with leaf and branch, we can toss the assumptions aside and simply be.
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