Earlier this week I got talking to one of my coworkers about poetry, and she passed along to me this poem below. Reading it again this morning it occurred to me that all my life so far (except perhaps when I was a tiny baby) I have been the burro, and oh how much I want to start being the monk instead. Enjoy.
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Love Does That
by Meister Eckhart
All day long a little burro labors, sometimes
with heavy loads on her back and sometimes just with worries
about things that bother only
burros.
And worries, as we know, can be more exhausting
than physical labor.
Once in a while a kind monk comes
to her stable and brings
a pear, but more
than that,
he looks into the burro’s eyes and touches her ears
and for a few seconds the burro is free
and even seems to laugh,
because love does
that.
Love frees.
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{from Love Poems From God: Twelve Sacred Voices from the East and West translated by Daniel Ladinsky}
…and you are also the kind monk, offering us the pear of this poem. Thank you.
I too get pretty consumed by taking in all sorts of information from blogs around happiness. It is a nice thought to just be for a while X
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