Saturday

Sun's Rise




I've had such a lovely morning here in Bethel watching the sun rise over the eastern hill.  Watching the world wake. Would that it were so every day.  And reading 8th century Chinese poet Chia Tao.  'For a Buddhist Monk' ends with this stanza:

...here there is no talk 
of the world's affairs
those matters that make 
wild the hearts of men.

Wild my heart these past weeks pushed and shoved by clocks and calenders.  Of all the arsenal 21st century humankind posseses they must surely be among the deadliest. How little resemblance they have to natural time.