Yesterday as I came down the path from the mountain I heard a strange humming behind me. A Tibetan came by quietly droning a monotonous sound, a prolonged “om”. It was something that harmonized with the mountain — an ancient syllable he had found long ago in the rocks — or perhaps it had been born with him.
Arbor cognationis spiritualis (Spiritual tree of bonds), 14th century; from L’arbre: Histoire naturelle et symbolique de l’arbre
“Stars and blossoming fruit trees: Utter permanence and extreme fragility give an equal sense of eternity.”
—Simone Weil, Gravity and Grace
Thank you, Woolgathersome.
Leonard Cohen | “Heart with No Companion,” from Songs from the Road, 2011. Thank you, Ordinary Finds.
All that we know is nothing, we are merely crammed wastepaper baskets, unless we are in touch with that which laughs at all our knowing.