Be silent, and exult

Today, we remember and celebrate the man who inspired this blog. As he taught us, “laffter follows sorrow,” and as we heal, we learn to laugh again, love again, live again. While many days are made for enthusiastic rejoicing, some are made for calm reflection.

Today, I give you another poem by the man who taught all these best secrets through his never-ending practice of all things crazy, good and tranquil.

Be silent, and exult
in the serenity of your way,

The hawk’s cries above the mountain crags,
Are not music to the villagers.

And so too, your glimmer
may never be Perceived
by Fools.


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