On the wall of my bathroom, I have two paintings painted by Mexican campesinos colorfully illustrating their community living in peace, beauty and with the abundant gifts of nature. I get much solace from looking at them as I brush my teeth. Remembering how a peaceful community who understands their place in the web of life can feel, is healing. It is so easy for me to get stuck in dread. This utopian vision brings me energy and clarifies aspirations in the present moment.
On the wall of my bathroom, I have two paintings painted by Mexican campesinos colorfully illustrating their community living in peace, beauty and with the abundant gifts of nature. I get much solace from looking at them as I brush my teeth. Remembering how a peaceful community who understands their place in the web of life can feel, is healing. It is so easy for me to get stuck in dread. This utopian vision brings me energy and clarifies aspirations in the present moment.
Reminds me of these lines from a William Blake poem I came across the other day:
He who binds to himself to a joy
Does the winged life destroy
But he who kisses joy as it flies
Lives in eternities sun rise
Dhamma: Essence of All
We yearn to harvest fields we've never sown—
Such is the ego's wayward path, alone.
Mistaking shadows for our truest form,
Within this error, ceaseless storms are born.
Disgust awakens as we see the veil,
Despair—the fruit when all escapes avail.
Yet in this tangled web of time and fate,
Release lies whispered in the Dhamma's gait.
Oh, fleeting moments! Once held, now resigned,
Reflect upon the waste we leave behind.
Eternal Dhamma, guide us through the night,
To realms of duty, fruit, law, and light.
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