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3rd May 2002

8:16am: So I've got the day off.

The sun is fighting with the clouds. I'm rooting for the sun.

There is a spider crawling along my keyboard and I like how that makes me feel. Like I can get along with nature's wee creature's even at my desk here. All are welcome.
I may go to the Arboretum. I may bring a drum with me. I may call a friend to come and play another drum. All these plans are formulating as we speak. Of course, what will actually happen will likely be quite different than all this. I am blowing with the wind baaybay.

I do feel like I need to be surrounded by trees and rhododendrons and blooming magnolias.
I need to be with molestable plants. (sorry Nuuushi! ;9) I need to embrace the Japanese red cherry tree. I need to waltz with the willows. I need to lay by the pond with the leathery black frogs and be as still and as patient as they are. I need to roll on the lawn and smell like grass. I need the songs of many birds. I need to drench myself in sun. (I need burning,....burning.)

I need so much.

I am bottomless.
8:48am: A True Man stares at his old shoes
and sheepskin jacket. Every day he goes up
to his attic to look at his work-shoes and worn-out coat.
This is his wisdom, to remember the original clay
and not get drunk with ego and arrogance.

To visit those shoes and jacket
is praise.

The Absolute works with nothing.
The workshop, the materials
are what does not exist.

Try and be a sheet of paper with nothing on it.
Be a spot of ground where nothing is growing,
where something might be planted,
a seed, possibly, from the Absolute.


~Rumi.
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