A Moment Of Love From An Ant
It occurred to me in writing a haiku the other day, that the words in it might become something of a famous book title, that even Carl Jung might have written a great Foreword to. That title:
A Moment Of Love From An Ant
Was Enough
And isn't it true, that most all of our woes are in comparison to something? A wanting other than that within our reach, or sight or feelings? The disease of excessive need can make an eye look sad, lost; and a hand and words, ungenerous.
And the beauty of this, maybe, could be a very fine book.
It would just have one page in it, and only nine words, besides what Carl might write... if Scotty could beam him back for a day; or Carl could email us from a beach chair, beneath a rainbow umbrella, in heaven.
And on that one page it would say:
a moment of love
from an ant
was enough
But then I guess I could spoil the whole book, in trying to increase the audience beyond any hopeful budding Zen masters and haiku addicts like myself, and add four more words, being:
So go find one.
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I was once asked what I might like written on my grave stone as some parting words of advice or insight? And I said:
A bird on a limb was enough.
True. But Buddha keeps pinching my fanny, and/or poking me with his cattle prod, so what is an old horse to do… but keep moving, keep plowing; like I am now.
And making this blog short as the last got maybe too windy. But, while you are here— maybe click on this link and hopefully start dancing. This song gets my hoofs leaving some tracks on the moon, that would so welcome yours close on Her body— on Another Sky.