Dag Hammarskjöld

Dag Hammarskjöld, Markings
In the point of rest at the center or our being. we encounter a world where all things are at rest in the same way, Then a tree becomes a mystery, a cloud a revelation, each man a cosmos of whose riches we can only catch glimpses. The life of simplicity is simple, but it opens to us a book in which we never get beyond the first syllable.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

24 Hours

It's hard to face down the last 24 hours. I have done a stupid thing. I violated a standard operating procedure. In the process, I learned why it is a standard procedure. I guessed that in yesterday's light conditions, an exception could be made to S.O.P. And my guess was wrong. And my lesson is pricey in terms of the bucks and time lost.

I have much work to do. I have to plumb the depths of my impatience. I have to understand that I have to wait until the mystery unfolds. I am powerless to shape the future. I do not have the competency to choose my future. My reach exceeds my grasp. The mystery will unfold. I must have faith that it will. That it will whatever it wills.

1 comment:

  1. Maybe you should attend more closely to the bucket you have than to the bucket you would rather have.

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