Wednesday, September 12, 2018

eventually a contemplative stance toward the world comes to mourning. weep at your separation from what is; the mind as prodigal touches bottom and in its recognition of its poverty recovers itself. one does miss the homeland of being where one is. such mourning, however is perhaps what knowing the world and being in it, with awareness, is. it asserts the enormity of being and the vast intricacy of individual things, their beauty, their difference from us. it demonstrates an awareness of consciousness' removal from wild things and its consequent ransacking of them. it is a form of reparation. you grieve and this is a way into things and home. 

tim lilburn,
living in the world as if it were home

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