We were enjoying a glass of red, looking forward to that moment of peace and clarity; And then this puppy came along, just like that. He didn't have to do anything, he didn't need an introduction. He was there and anointed adorable. This chubby, pudgy, playful ball of golden goodness who stopped traffic. He took it all in, every little ear rub, every belly scratch, he reveled in it as if it were the only reason for being alive. He was happy and for that infinitesimal moment, in sharing his joy, so were we. The red was not needed.
Such is innocence. It does not question, it only knows to be itself. Yet so many "happy hours", "yoga retreats" and "silent meditations" later; I am still grasping for that ephemeral pause. And then a 3 month old toothless baby gurgles...a boisterous puppy bobs its head, my perennially hungry bunny devours hay chomp chomp; And joy is delivered. They've just got it down, as if they sat at Buddha's feet when he taught Dhamma and then bathed in the river that Lao Tzu describes as inherently still.
These beings do not need us. They are simply here as a prize, for a victory we did not deserve.
Behold, a spectacle of beauty. After you slave away at our day of ennui, you find yourself privileged to catch a rare glimpse of wide innocent eyes.. the purr of contentment of your zen cat.. and your life has meaning.
Don't save Baby for Baby's sake. He does not know he is going to die. I do. I am the damned.
He does not fear pain, he just knows this moment of love and security. I am the coward.
He does not know guilt, he is who is. I am the sinner.
And when Baby dies, it will be not the death of him, but the silent, repeated deaths of the ones who could not save him. Please save Baby for the sake of my mortal soul.
Such is innocence. It does not question, it only knows to be itself. Yet so many "happy hours", "yoga retreats" and "silent meditations" later; I am still grasping for that ephemeral pause. And then a 3 month old toothless baby gurgles...a boisterous puppy bobs its head, my perennially hungry bunny devours hay chomp chomp; And joy is delivered. They've just got it down, as if they sat at Buddha's feet when he taught Dhamma and then bathed in the river that Lao Tzu describes as inherently still.
These beings do not need us. They are simply here as a prize, for a victory we did not deserve.
Behold, a spectacle of beauty. After you slave away at our day of ennui, you find yourself privileged to catch a rare glimpse of wide innocent eyes.. the purr of contentment of your zen cat.. and your life has meaning.
Don't save Baby for Baby's sake. He does not know he is going to die. I do. I am the damned.
He does not fear pain, he just knows this moment of love and security. I am the coward.
He does not know guilt, he is who is. I am the sinner.
And when Baby dies, it will be not the death of him, but the silent, repeated deaths of the ones who could not save him. Please save Baby for the sake of my mortal soul.
