A Momentary Taste of Being

If your house is on fire, the most urgent thing to do is to go back and try to put out the fire, not to run after the person you believe to be the arsonist. If you run after the person you suspect has burned your house, your house will burn down while you are chasing him or her. That is not wise. You must go back and put out the fire. So when you are angry, if you continue to interact with or argue with the other person, if you try to punish her, you are acting exactly like someone who runs after the arsonist while everything goes up in flames. Anger Thich Nhat Hanh

" They mounted and set off for the house. Ordering the servant to ride on before with the lantern, Leila brought her horse close in so that they might ride knee-to-knee, solaced by the touch of each other’s bodies. They had not been lovers for very long —barely ten days —though to the youthful Mountolive it seemed a century, an eternity of despair and delight. He had been formally educated in England, educated not to wish to feel. All the other valuable lessons he had already mastered, despite his youth —to confront the problems of the drawing-room and the street with sang-froid; but towards personal emotions he could only oppose the nervous silence of a national sensibility almost anaesthetized into clumsy taciturnity: an education in selected reticences and shames." In Mountolive  by Lawrence Durrell, and describing him (Mountolive)

Suffering is contagious in a way that joy is not--we are ENGULFED by the passion but the transfiguration trundles by ignored.

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For all the problems I see around me, I prefer no time to my time(really, they were all the same but now you can see both light and dark. No longer do we sit in complete ignorance while others tell us how great we are); no age to my present age(though sometimes in the aches and pains, it sounds nice to be a younger self--the pain of the fire that burns too intensely and forgets more frequently that life is the only real gift far outweighs these signs that I've come far enough to delight in what the world offers);  no place but my place(the spirit of wandering sings loud and the lure of having ever more and more persuades, until I think of the hours and days and weeks and years expended in keeping all fine and catch a glimpse of me as servant to all that owns me, and know that however far I go, I long still for a place of retreat). In short, I can be content if I settle down to be.

I'd like for my biggest problem to be "What shade of blue do I wear today."

Seeing It was like He said Let's put a black box around your head and cut a small ragged circular hole in it right in the center just above the bridge of your nose and cover the hole with a million year old, scratched up gray filter. Then let's light the room with dim red bulbs accented with a silver bright flashing strobe light. And let's fill the room with fog like sublimating dry ice and then send you in to pick up a thousand black pins from the deep pile dark green carpet. If it doesn't seem right just keep at it until it does. And not knowing any better you do. poetry   Drafts   My writing