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The Solace of Open Spaces

[…] […] She learns what we all do once some cataclysm awakens us to the finitude and fragility of life — that this appetite for life is best roused by the most prayerful of acts: the act of paying attention;…

Hermann Hesse on Trees and the Meaning of Life

Constantly this way and thatThe flowering branch flails in the wind,Constantly up and downMy heart flails like a childBetween bright days and dark,Between wanting and renouncing.Until the flowers have blown awayAnd the branch is covered in fruit;Until the heart, sated…