a painting by Massoud Arabshahi of Iran
i folded the sheet of newspaper into a hat
the way my mother did when I was a child
if i made two more folds
it would have become a boat
but i stop at the hat and i place it on my head
once upon a time i did this to please my mother
so she would know that i learned from her
years later i wore the hat to make my children laugh
now my mother is gone and so are the children
in the silence of the house i wear the foolish hat
a hat made of folded newspaper.
no one sees
no one laughs
i hear the sound of a blue jay.
it is a lonely sound
faith rings like a hammer
hope is the ore that we mine here
hot and silent
no sign of even one bird
no dog barks in the distance
i cannot hear any traffic
the sky lacks clouds
i stop walking
and stand perfectly still
nothing more in all of the universe
I have just three things to teach: simplicity, patience, compassion. These three are your greatest treasures.
Joy can be restorative. It can be akin to a good meal: nourishing and necessary.
There is nowhere to arrive except the present moment.
–Thích Nhất Hạnh
Dexter Gordon/Cry Me A River
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