The passage below is pulled from a book I'm reading, "Three Cups of Tea". While the book focuses on parts of Pakistan which converted long ago from Buddhism to Islam, the quote below is drawn from The Epic of King Gesar shared among the Balti people (near K2) though originating in Tibet. I found the words appropriate today, not because we are living in a land destroyed by war, but suffering from abuse and negligence. The air here in Kabul is a clear sign of this problem. Read below to see the wisdom of more than 800 years ago.
Our earth is wounded. Her oceans and lakes are sick; her rivers
are like running sores; The air is filled with subtle poisons. And the oily
smoke of countless hellish fires blackens the sun. Men and women,
scattered from homeland, family, friends, wander desolate and uncertain
scorched by a toxic sun...
In this desert of frightened, blind uncertainty, some take refuge in
the pursuit of power. Some become manipulators of illusion and deceit.
If wisdom and harmony still dwell in this world, as other than a dream lost
in an unopened book, they are hidden in our heartbeat.
And it is from our hearts that we cry out. We cry out and our voices
are the single voice of this wounded earth. Our cries are a
great wind across the earth.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment