There is a man i will never know and i am tangled up in the emotions of others.
i am sympathetic… empathetic, even… but once-removed from their grief.
As is my way – when conflicted by my emotions – i turn to books, to music, to the wisdom and beauty that flows from others to try to give my own thoughts and feelings some footing. Why do these seemingly divergent things speak to me today? Why Orion? i do not know.
i did not know L, either, but i know them… and his passing touched them in such a way… L must have been remarkable, indeed.
THE SOUL, LIKE THE MOON
by Lal Ded (14th century) Translated by Coleman Barks
The soul, like the moon, is new, and always new again.
And I have seen the ocean continuously creating.
Since I scoured my mind and my body,
I too, Lalla am new, each moment new.
My teacher told me one thing,
Live in the soul.
When that was so,
I began to go naked,