The Swan
This clumsy living that moves lumbering as if in ropes through what is not done, reminds us of the awkward way the swan walks.
This clumsy living that moves lumbering as if in ropes through what is not done, reminds us of the awkward way the swan walks.
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass,the world is too full to talk about.Ideas, language, even the phrase each other doesn’t make any sense.
People run in packs because they don’t feel safe alone. I run alone because I don’t feel safe in packs.
I’m for truth, no matter who tells it. I’m for justice, no matter who it’s for or against.
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
Your wound is probably not your fault, but your healing is your responsibility.