Truth (with a capital "T") is the elephant, and humanity the blind touching, sniffing, tasting, listening to this big "T" and of course we all rhapsodize a different tale (or tail?), yet in the end the big "T" is still the big "T" and all our various tales describe a tiny bit of that reality, the elephant.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Meditation without a name
Under the shade of a tree, with no name, and an ant, with no name, I watched and imagined I was that ant, hither and thither and yon I went, soon too, I had no name
And have you found the truth?
ReplyDeleteI think it is straight ahead, right over that next mountain.
ReplyDeleteIs that a mountain or an anthill?
ReplyDeleteWhatever, it's a charming poem, gestalt (if that's not too pretentious a word), like something from a children's anthology...
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