Please indulge me during this enormous time, to share thoughts without a lot of dressing – some pith as a navigation rudder…
It all exists for a short spell.
And then it doesn’t.
The rhyme and reason of “Here” weaving a burst of color against a vast Emptiness.
In her fantasy series Earthsea, author Ursula K. Le Guin presented readers with a sutra-like origin poem called “The Creation of Éa.” I find it opens my being when I sit with it:
Only in silence the word,
Only in dark the light,
Only in dying life:
Bright the hawk's flight
On the empty sky.
Beautiful....Thank you!
Wow! How perfect for our time.