Beautiful summer mornings here these last few days…
But this morning, a kind day has descended, from nowhere,
and making coffee in the usual way, measuring grounds
with the wooden spoon, I remembered,
this is how things happen, cup by cup, familiar gesture
after gesture, what else can we know of safety
or of fruitfulness?
Marie Howe, From Nowhere
To see the Way with your own eyes,
quit agreeing and disagreeing.
This battle between likes and dislikes – that’s the primal disease of the mind.
Seng–ts’an, 529 – 606, Inscription on Faith in Mind
I keep looking for one more teacher,
only to find that fish learn from water
and birds learn from sky.
Mark Nepo, Behind the Thunder
“Let there be Buechner”. And why not? Out of the primeval chaos of sleep he calls me to be life again. He calls me to be this rather than that; he calls me to be here rather than there; he calls me to be now rather than then. Waking into the new day, we are all of us Adam on the morning of creation, and the world is ours to name.
Out of many fragments we are called to put back together a self again.
Frederick Buechner, The Alphabet of Grace
One is never afraid of the unknown;
one is afraid of the known coming to an end.
Jiddu Krisnamurti
