OLD SAYINGS FOR NEW DAYS
Sunday, October 17, 2021
A Bird in the Hand is Worth Two in the Bush
Today, and everyday, I don’t need to go hunting for the beautiful things in life, since I have countless treasures – ‘birds’ – in my hands at all times. Usually, I spend far too much time searching the future – ‘the bush’ – for possible pearls, when I always have an endlessly replenishing supply of wealth right here and now. Hunting is not necessary. All I have to do is open my eyes – my inner spirit – and I will be dumbfounded by the plentiful good fortune that is always with me. Truly, this can be a day of discovering rather than hunting.
SEARCHING FOR HIS SELF Once upon a time a man hoped to find his "self". He looked in books, in clouds breaking up above his house, in deep holes in his life where it may have fallen and been lost. He found thoughts and words about his separate, special self, but never the self, never the solid something he could call "me" and "I". What there was was something like a sky, something continuous and vast, but nothing separate, no entity called "him" that he could hold and help and care for. Finally, he simply studied this endless sky that streamed inside and all around him, and soon he found he could float in it, and that it was life, and that his small, separate self was gone for good.
Our chalkboard poem for today …