Elizabeth Gilbert 652 words, 20K views, 17 comments
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On May 17, 2022Xiaoshan wrote :
"Make of yourself a light,"
said the Buddha,
before he died.
I think of this every morning as the east begins to tear off its many clouds of darkness,
to send up the first signal - a white fan streaked with pink and violet, even green.
An old man, he lay down between two sala trees,
and he might have said anything,
knowing it was his final hour.
The light burns upward,
it thickens and settles over the fields.
Around him, the villagers gathered and stretched forward to listen.
Event before the sun itself hangs, dis-attached, in the blue air,
I am touched everywhere by its ocean of yellow waves.
No doubt he thought of everything that had happened in his difficult life.
And then I feel the sun itself as it blazes over the hills,
like a million flowers on fire -- clearly I'm not needed,
yet I feel myself turning into something of inexplicable value.
Slowly, beneath the branches,
he raised his head.
He looked into the faces of that frightened crowd.
From: House of Light by Mary Oliver