"Heaven. Now there's a thought. Nothing has ever been able, ultimately, to convince me we live anywhere else. And that heaven, more a verb than a noun, more a condition than a place, is all about leading with the heart in whatever broken or ragged state it's in, stumbling forward in faith until, from time to time, we miraculously find our way. Our way to forgiveness, our way to letting go, our way to understanding, compassion and peace."
~alice walker
http://www.nytimes.com/2000/10/23/arts/23WALK.html?ex=1195016400&en=7d4e6d5f5ef16fe0&ei=5070
Hammock
12 years ago
2 comments:
I agree - I think we seek heaven in an afterlife because we're afraid to live this one.
I had an assignment for class today: write in a place where there is no thought that comes before the poem. I hiked up Mount Sanitas and sat on a rock and listening to my "non-thinking"? self... mmm.
This is what came. Death and heaven thoughts.
On this black rock - it is on
this black rock I write.
On this black rock, I write
about writing on this
black rock.
If I fall off this black rock -
I am gone.
Within weeks, body buried,
decay eventually.
This world is levels but only
one plane. All is occurring on
one large posterboard.
& plucked from my
rock,
I am plucked from the
posterboard of life.
We want heaven so our
existence can persist
past the science fair
presentation.
I clutch onto my black rock.
Great article, too!!!
This is my favorite part, the realization:
"I started to giggle and then to laugh. I knew I'd got it. And what I'd got was that meditation took me right back to my favorite place in childhood: gazing out into the landscape, merging with it and disappearing."
Thanks for the share :)
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