I’ve been searching for a new meditation cushion. Of course, in the midst of my search, I’d stumble upon this beautiful poem. And thus, Carl Jung smiles.

A single meditation cushion, and one is completely protected
Earth may crumble, heaven collapse–but here one is at peace.

—Xinggang,
in Daughers of Emptiness:
Poems of Chinese Buddhist Nuns.

(via Buddha at the Apocaplypse: Awakening from a Culture of Destruction by Kurt Spellmeyer)