When the truth doesn’t fill our body and mind, we think we have had enough. When the truth fills our body and mind, we realize that something is missing.
For example, when we look at the ocean from a boat, with no land in sight, it seems circular and nothing else. But the ocean is neither round nor square, and its features are infinite in variety. It is like a palace. It is like a jewel. Only to our eyes, only for a moment, does it seem circular. All things are like this.
Although there are numberless aspects to all things, we see only as far as our vision can reach. And in our vision of all things, we must appreciate that although they may look round or square, the other aspects of oceans or mountains are infinite in variety, and that universes lie all around us.
It is like this everywhere, right here, in the tiniest drop of water.
Who really respects the earthworm, the farmworker far under the grass in the soil. He keeps the earth always changing. He works entirely full of soil, speechless with soil, and blind.
He is the underneath farmer, the underground one, where the fields are getting on their harvest clothes.
Who really respects him, this deep and calm earth-worker, this deathless, gray, tiny farmer in the planet's soil?
—Harry Martinson the earthworm Robert Bly version
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Sometimes the way to milk and honey is through the body. Sometimes the way in is a song. But there are three ways in the world: dangerous, wounding, and beauty.
To enter stone, be water. To rise through hard earth, be plant desiring sunlight, believing in water.
When all the noise is silenced, the meetings adjourned, the lists laid aside, and the wild iris blooms by itself in the dark forest, what still pulls on your soul?
—Rumi
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Through what roads and how did you find mysoul?
Who taught you the steps that would lead you to me?
What flower, what stone, what smoke revealed my abode?
