The world is such an amazing place. So much to explore, so many discoveries to be made, so much to do. It is almost dizzying and sometimes the questions I have spin me. I doubt if I could live five, ten, a hundred lifetimes if I would learn all I want to learn.
Because I cannot live without poetry, I am just going to post a poem by Gary Snyder from his Pulitzer Prize winning collection titled “Turtle Island”.
The Great Mother
Not all those who pass
In front of the Great Mother’s chair
Get passt with only a stare.
Some she looks at their hands
To see what sort of savages they were.