I I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk I fall in. I am lost... I am hopeless. It isn't my fault. It takes forever to find a way out. II I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I don't see it. I fall in again. I can't believe I'm in the same place. But it isn't my fault. It still takes a long time to get out. III I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I see it is there. I still fall in...it's a habit My eyes are open; I know where I am; It is my fault. I get out immediately. IV I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I walk around it. V I walk down another street.
This poem was quoted in this book I have been reading: The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying, by Sogyal Rinpoche, and I love it. So, I had to post it here.
And now, we are off to Frankfurt! Why we are going to Frankfurt will be the topic of my next post!
Aaa het leven! Mooie les, misschien moet ik ook maar eens een andere straat nemen 🙂
I know why you’re going!
You make me curious ….