Relationships

Most people busy themselves with air or thorns

To tarry in the thorns one hopes, at best, to claim a rose

but more oft finds their plotting painful and vain

To tarry with the air leaves one light headed and empty handed

I most often aim to busy my hands with industrious work that proves some useful gain. But even higher than this is to still those hands.
Listen. Observe.

But even this is loneliness.

In my listening I come only to know myself,
and fear that in this common truth, I will never be known
which is sad, since I make terrible company

Wabi-Sabi Sequel

Nothing is perfect. Nothing lasts. Nothing is finished.

I don't really know Wabi-Sabi, but I would include human relationship.

I see impermanence as suffering because of my attachments.

My relationships.

But with the living world, it isn't just suffering. It's reason to engage.

As machines become more and more efficient and perfect, so it will become clear that imperfection is the greatness of humanity.

For all of you imperfections I love too much, so much, very much right now:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2zQn3iO5xhQ&NR=1