nie wiem, jak to jest, dlaczego ich spotkania tak mnie poruszaja
czytanie tekstow
dyskusja
jestem wzruszona
mam poczucie, ze za kazdym razem odnajduje cos niezwykle waznego
w prostych slowach, malych fragmentach czyichs doswiadczen
dzis czytalismy fragment ksiazki Thich Nhat Hanha,
THE SUN MY HEART
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The Dance of the Bees
One evening I returned to my hermitage f rom a walk in the hills, and I found that all doors and windows of the hermitage had been blown open. When I left the house, I hadn't secured them, and a cold wind blew through the house, opened the windows, and scattered the papers from my desk all over the room. Immediately I closed the doors and windows, lit a lamp, picked up the papers and arranged them neatly on my desk. Then I started a fire in the fireplace, and soon the cracking logs brought warmth back to the room.
Sometimes in a crowd we feel tired, cold, and lonely. We may wish to withdraw to be by ourselves and become warm again, as I did at the hermitage, sitting by the fire, protected from the cold, damp wind. Our senses are our windows to the outside world, and sometimes the wind blows and disturbs everything within us. Many of us leave our windows open all the time, allowing the sights and sounds of the world to invade us, penetrate us and expose our sad, troubled selves. We feel so cold and lonely and afraid. Do you ever find yourself watching an awful TV program, unable to turn it off? The raucous noises, explosions of gunfire, are upsetting. Yet you dont get up and turn it off. Why do you torture yourself in this way? Don't you want to close your windows? Are you afraid of solitude – the emptiness and the loneliness you may find?
We are what we feel and percive. If we are angry, we are the anger. If we are in love, we are the love. If we look at a snowy mountain peak, we are the mountain. Watching a bad TV program, we are TV program. While dreaming, we are the dream. we can be anything we want, even without the magic wand.
