Some of my favorite bits of wisdom/'views
- in no particular order -
The beginning of wisdom is to get you a roof.
West African Proverb
There is no shortage of good days. It is good lives that are hard
to come by.
A life of good days lived in the senses is not enough.
The life of sensation is the life of greed; it requires more and more.
The life of the spirit requires less and less; time is ample and its
Annie Dillard - The Writing Life
Under heaven nothing is more soft and yielding than water.
Yet for attacking the solid and strong, nothing is better;
It has no equal.
The weak can overcome the strong;
The supple can overcome the stiff.
Under heaven everyone knows this,
Yet no one puts it into practice.
Therefore the sage says:
He who takes upon himself the humiliation of the people
Is fit to rule them.
He who takes upon himself the country's disasters deserves
to be king of the universe.
The truth often sounds paradoxical
The Old Poets of China
Wherever I am, the world comes after me.
It offers me its busyness. It does not believe
that I do not want it. Now I understand
why the old poets of China went so far and high
into the mountains, then crept into the pale mist.
What Was Once the Largest Shopping Center in
Northern Ohio Was Built Where There Had Been
a Pond I Used to Visit Every Summer Afternoon
Loving the earth, seeing what has been done to it,
I grow sharp, I grow cold.
Where will the trilliums go, and the coltsfoot?
Where will the pond lilies go to continue living
their simple, penniless lives, lifting
their faces of gold?
Impossible to believe we need so much
as the world wants us to buy.
I have more clothes, lamps, dishes, paper clips
than I could possibly use before I die.
Oh, I would like to live in an empty house,
with vines for walls, and a carpet of grass.
No planks, no plastic, no fiberglass.
And I suppose I will.
Old and cold I will lie apart
from all this buying and selling, with only
the beautiful earth in my heart.
Just before dawn
down the hill
as if the moment were nothing different
from eternity -
as lightly as that
from the pond,
their pretty mouths
sucking the loose silver,
their heavy eyes
I did not really see them,
I came later, and saw their tracks
on the empty sand.
But I don't believe
only to the edge
of what my eyes actually see
in the kindness of the morning,
Pluck this little flower and take it, delay not! I fear lest it
droop into the dust.
It may not find a place in thy garland, but honour it with a
touch of pain from thy hand and pluck it. I fear lest the day
end before I am aware, and the time of offering go by.
Though its colour be not deep and its smell be faint, use
this flower in thy service and pluck iot while there is time.