Afternoon of Monday, the Thirtieth of November
"Follow the truth of the way."
~ from the Dhammapada
The day so far I have spent cleaning as I once did for Cain. I have been searching for a new way to converse with the Lord, since I abandoned my flail. The wounds on my back have healed as much as they are going to, leaving a host of scars so that I never forget the faults of my life, or my thinking.
I lay aside the broom and set out to the River. I sit on its bank, eyes tracking the ebb and flow of the water. It moves so easily even over the sharpest rocks, not fighting them but moving gracefully around them. If I could be like that, I think, even a little--I think life would be something else entirely.
[OPEN to Kate.]
~ from the Dhammapada
The day so far I have spent cleaning as I once did for Cain. I have been searching for a new way to converse with the Lord, since I abandoned my flail. The wounds on my back have healed as much as they are going to, leaving a host of scars so that I never forget the faults of my life, or my thinking.
I lay aside the broom and set out to the River. I sit on its bank, eyes tracking the ebb and flow of the water. It moves so easily even over the sharpest rocks, not fighting them but moving gracefully around them. If I could be like that, I think, even a little--I think life would be something else entirely.
[OPEN to Kate.]