Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Foolish
The following poem lifted shamelessly from my favorite Zen/Buddhist site Whiskey River.
Tree
It is foolish
to let a young redwood
grow next to a house.
Even in this
one lifetime
you will have to choose.
That great calm being,
this clutter of soup pots and books -
Already the branch-tips brush at the window.
Softly, calmly, immensity taps at your life.
- Jane Hirshfield
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There is a large 80- or 90-foot tall redwood which shades half of the back yard at my new home. Sometimes we wish it wasn’t there so we could have more light. Sometimes we give thanks for its cooling shade. Always we are awed and made small and insignificant by its great calm being.
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