Thursday, 2 February 2012

The Paper Sack Samadhi

Is there any happiness happier than twenty five unopened pounds of rice? Not that wan white stuff where they take away all the food and flavour and sell it finer, but the good brown grain of the ground, fuel of farmers and fishermen, and hermits. Who else can know the celebration, the bone-deep weight, of two shy stone of life and good fortune on your shoulders? Just the feel of it. Just that, already feeds you. A bit. 


(Adapted from 100 Days on the Mountain, copyright RK Henderson. Photo courtesy of WikiMedia and a generous photographer.)
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