Saturday, November 11, 2017

seedlings of joy

I've been meaning to get to Andrew Solomon's book, The Noonday Demon!

This man has such an eloquence for telling his stories,
that probably comes from his own pain and the piercing insight he gained
from a lifetime of struggle.





A Buddhist scholar I know once said to me
that Westerners mistakenly think
that nirvana is what arrives when all your woe is behind you
and you only have bliss to look forward to.
But he said that would not be nirvana,
because your bliss in the present
would always be shadowed by the joy in the past.
Nirvana he said, is what you arrive at,
when you only have bliss to look forward to
and find in what looked like sorrows
the seedlings of your joy.

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