Though trees are green my spirit is a tomb, inscribed with letters telling of its birth. The spirit is meant to rise, it’s meant to appear in every human being. All the signs are there, the ‘letters’ which can be deciphered by passers-by, peering through the gloom. The spirit or inner being is held at [...]
Continue Reading...Yet sermons will not melt a mound of ice, nor exhortations halt the howling wind, and peace is like a pearl without price which grows where pain and anger have been thinned. I will exchange my old self for the new when ice and wind have heard the hidden sun, when all the salted teardrops [...]
Continue Reading...Self and world, the world and self – the pair are twinned. And if my self hangs in a teardrop the world’s does too. There is no single unhappiness that is not the world’s as well. The simple reason for this is that the world is straining for rebirth but can only do it if [...]
Continue Reading...Here’s a fact: that pain transmutes into wisdom. What’s the significance of that? It is the Philosopher’s Stone, the transformation of lead into gold. What does it encompass? Prayers, strife, sorrow, weakness. What does it preclude? Bitterness. Unless the heart changes nothing else will. Every human soul at the beginning of its journey carries the [...]
Continue Reading...Human life is an infinitely varied thing, constantly changing in its patterns, and nothing captures its majesty and fluctuations so well as the image of the ocean. How much pain can there be in the world except that the ocean is able to contain it, how much light and change, how much mutability? Somehow it’s [...]
Continue Reading...Why is it that nationhood and belief are such sources of pain in our time? Is it, perhaps, that with more people crossing borders than in any other period in human history, no one is crossing borders? Then we’re inclined to say, “They have to learn our ways,” or, “We have to understand them better,” [...]
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