What Is That
Kind Of Paradise?
There’s no
plant, no tree whatever that’s not wonderful. Each branch, any leaf, any
flower, any fruit of it, is wonderful, even though without its leaves as a tree
in winter. There is no dog, no cat, no bird not wonderful, not lovable, no
fish, no creature, no man, no woman,
... And I thought of Whitney Houston who
won so many Grammy Awards, are they less wonderful?
I see, hear,
feel them all around me.
And I thought
of those that have their eyes, ears, their senses, heart shut. They would never
find, enter paradise. What’s that kind of paradise?
And I thought
of the teachings that the way to heaven
is along a difficult, dangerous, narrow, steep path while the road to hell is
along an easy, pleasurable highway.
And of those
that lead an ascetic life.
And of Nirwana
of Budha of non-attachments as to be freed from suffering, while I, on the
contrary am willing, readily to endure it, rather than kill my fondest, dearest
attachments, affections to a woman, a dog, a tree, a lake, the woods, the
country, ... and cry, weep, suffer for
the loss of them.
February 2012
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