As plants respond to light increasing, I’m entranced with the changes. Orchids reach new budding stems. All stretches in the light, including me. I feel awake.
I rearranged the artwork on two walls today. I breathe in the shift.
I had hung this poem up on the wall and now I take it down.
The poem is by Kabir, a 15th century Poet and is translated by Robert Bly.
Student, do the simple purification.
You know, that the seed is inside the horse-chestnut tree;
and inside the seed there are the blossoms of the tree and the chestnuts and the shade.
So inside the human body there is the seed and inside the seed there is the human body again.
Fire, air, earth, water and space -
if you don't want the secret one, you can’t have these either.
Thinkers, listen, tell me what you know of that is not inside the soul?
Take a pitcher full of water and set down on the water -
now it has water inside and water outside.
We mustn't give it a name,
lest silly people start talking again about the body and the soul.
If you want the truth, I'll tell you the truth:
Listen to the secret sound, the real sound, which is inside you.
The one no one talks of speaks the secret sound to himself,
and he is the one who has made it all.