Showing posts with label seeds. Show all posts
Showing posts with label seeds. Show all posts

Saturday, January 4, 2025

Ebb & Flow: seeds





Ebb & Flow Morning:
To see things in the seed, that is genius." - Lao Tzu


Sunday, March 6, 2022

thezensite: Public Talk by Thich Nhat Hanh at the Riverside Church, New York

thezensite: Public Talk by Thich Nhat Hanh at the Riverside Church, New York

 I have annotations on diigo for this.

W: This talk is a radically different way to look at the 'us-them'...the other. This offers the possibility of true 'reconciliation'. It's the Middle Way.  This moment is the historical inflection point of the Ukraine/Russia conflic.t.

D: some of the Ukrainian people were actually helping the Russian soldiers. allowing soldiers to call home, giving them food, clothing. individuals pushing back on Russain tanks w/ their bare hands...a higher belief..

R: attending a Russian dance troupe at Pablo Center.  dancers fielded from all over.... self-funded statement put out .... audience danced and cheered the performance even in the midst of the tragedy in Eastern Europe.

Warren,

M: how to discourage the seeds of anger, of suffering, of fear.... Being the calm person in the boat. " I see you child"...recognizing and embracing the fear, the anger.

What seeds am I watering? Stop Be Look See and find out! moment to moment!

Monday, November 8, 2021

Kindness by Naomi Shihab Nye - Poems | Academy of American Poets




Kindness by Naomi Shihab Nye - Poems | Academy of American Poets

Kindness

 - 1952-


Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
 feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.


What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.

Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.

You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.

Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.

Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to gaze at bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
It is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you everywhere
like a shadow or a friend.