Grand Daddy Oak

Grand Daddy Oak
Embodied Ancient Wisdom

Sunday, August 8, 2010

"When we are alone on a starlit night; when by chance we see the migrating birds in autumn descending on a grove of junipers to rest and eat; when we see children in a moment when they are really children; when we know love in our own hearts; or when, like the Japanese poet Basho, we hear an old frog land in a quiet pond with a solitary splash ‹at such times the awakening, the turning inside out of all values, the Œnewness,¹ the emptiness and the purity of vision that make themselves evident provide a glimpse of the cosmic dance."

-Thomas Merton, New Seeds of Contemplation