a morning dawns- slow and easy

And come the dawn,
how slow and easy the Sun-beams
Long legs of a great crab,
move through the sea of mist.

 

~ Takarai Kikaku (1661-1707), Haiku in Mad in Translation by Robin D. Gill


thank you, David Kanigan
Photo: 6:06 am. 60° F. Low tide. Weed Ave Stamford, CT.

Looking for home

We keep looking for a home though each of us is a home. And no matter where we run, we land before each other, thoroughly exposed. This is the purpose of gravity—to wear us down till we realize we are each other. Though we think we’re alone, we all meet here. Though we start out trying to climb over each other, we wind up asking to be held. It just takes some of us longer to land here than others. Once worn of our pretense, it’s hard to tolerate arrogance. Once humbled, it’s hard to withstand a litany of “me.” Once burning off the atmosphere of self-interest, there’s a tenderness that never goes away. This tenderness is the sonar by which we sense the interior of life. This tenderness is the impulse that frees us. For anything is possible when we let the heart be our skin. The point is to feel whatever comes our way, not conclude it out of its aliveness. The unnerving blessing about being alive is that it can change us forever. I keep discovering that everyone is lovable, magnificent, and flawed.

 


—Mark Nepo, from Things That Join the Sea and the Sky

The moon does not fight

The moon does not fight.
It attacks no one.
It does not worry.
It does not try to crush others.
It keeps to its course,
but by its very nature, it gently influences.

 


Quote: Deng Ming-Dao 

End or beginning

When there’s a big disappointment,
we don’t know if that’s the end of the story.
It may just be the beginning of a great adventure.

 


Quote: Pema Chödrön
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