February 21, 2011
A broken branch hangs;
the tired arm could no longer
hold the winter up.
The world sacrifices itself for us all the time; if it didn’t, we could not live. Yes, we are 100% dependent on the beneficence of others to lay down their lives so we may continue ours. This cannot be avoided because life eats life, feeds on life and could not otherwise exist. That is the circle of life of which we are all a part.
The purpose of meditation or prayer before meals, I would think, must be to acknowledge this ultimate sacrifice and express our sincerest gratitude. How do words express such a thanks? How can words express such a thanks?
If we truly recognize this sacrifice, if we stare in the face of this undeniable truth, how can we live without a profound sense of guilt unless we do something vital with the life we are given, with the life we are continually given each day?
What am I doing with the opportunity that these countless sacrifices have given me?