May 17, 2009 17:23
Thus I have heard:
The Buddha said: “These are the four foodstuffs, ye bhikkus, which sustain the creatures that are born, and benefit the creatures that seek rebirth. The first is edible food, coarse or fine; touch is second; the thinking capacity of the mind is third; and the fourth is consciousness.”
Enjoyment.
Beauty, a combination of qualities, such as shape, color, or form, that pleases the aesthetic senses.
Aesthetics,
the appreciation of beauty,
from Greek aisthetikos, from aistheta ‘perceptible things,’ from aisthesthai ‘perceive.’ The sense [concerned with beauty] was coined in German in the mid 18th cent. and adopted into English in the early 19th century.
Are you appreciating the fine as poignantly as you are affected by the adverse?
When you eat, you consider what is entering your lips:
The sun and soil and rain,
the germination,
the cultivation,
the skill of the baker,
the brewer,
the butcher.
The anima - spirit - of the animal whose flesh becomes yours.
The blessing of a full bowl,
of full belly -
it will not always be so.
When you wash the dish, it is not slavery -
though servus means ‘slave’ -
you are washing a dish.
Breathing in, I know I am breathing in;
Breathing out, I know I am breathing out.
Washing a dish, I know I am washing a dish.
Some will appreciate.
Some will not.
I’d be a fool to slog at that desk expecting the appreciation of all - but that’s not what I’m there for.
In some cases, I am there to instill fear.
But I do digress.
buddhism,
classroom,
my poems