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)
