« You Are Of This Earth, So, Be »
Saturday, May 1, 2010 An 11th century Persian mind (poet/mathematician/astronomer) wrote: I passed into the potter’s house of clay, and saw the craftsman busy at his wheel, turning out pots and jars fashioned from the heads of kings, and the feet of beggars. (1)
A 21st century mind (this blogger) echoes: You are made of this Earth, so, be.
An 11th mind wrote: How long wilt thou expend thy existence on vain self-love, or in searching for the source of being and of not being? (2)
This blogger echoes: Ground your quest in what is.
An 11th century mind wrote: I am racked with thirst, and yet a fresh cool stream flows before me. (3)
This blogger echoes: Have a sip of now.
An 11th century mind wrote: Come, seat thyself upon the grass, for in a little while grass will spring from this dust of mine and thine. (4)
This blogger echoes: Appreciate the ordinary perfection of your non-stop growth.
An 11th century Persian poet/mathematician/astronomer wrote: Life was given unto me without my consent, therefore my own existence filled me with astonishment. (5)
This blogger echoes: Shift from a sense of “I” to a sense of awe!
Your turn to write and to echo is now:
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