There’s nothing the ‘I’ or ‘me’ can do. Fully letting that in, being fully penetrated by that awareness, is itself the final letting go; it is itself the opening of the fist, the opening of the most existential, rudimentary sense of self.
why can’t I always see clearly?
inquiry for today~ when it’s never too late…..
What can I say that I have not said before?
So I’ll say it again.
The leaf has a song in it.
Inside the river there is an unfinishable story
and you are somewhere in it
and it will never end until all ends.
Take your busy heart to the art museum and the
chamber of commerce
but take it also to the forest.
The song you heard singing in the leaf when you
were a child
is singing still.
I am of years lived, so far, seventy-four,
and the leaf is singing still.