I wonder what it is that predisposed me, or opened me up, to fall, autumn colors, impermanence and Buddhism.
Tag: Buddhism
Time to Stop and Breathe
…you know what? The world does not depend on the clump of cosmic dust I call “me.”
A Noiseless Patient Spider
We all yearn for connection, and no one has captured that feeling as well as Walt Whitman in this 1868 poem A noiseless patient spider, I mark’d where on a little promontory it stood isolated, Mark’d how to explore the vacant vast surrounding, It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself, Ever unreeling them,…