The Weed
I learned a lesson from a tiny weed bowed by the weight of its enormous flower. When I am full of God-like knowledge, creation is empty. When I am empty, every creature is full of God.
posted by AKL at
May 16, 2011
16.5.11
I learned a lesson from a tiny weed bowed by the weight of its enormous flower. When I am full of God-like knowledge, creation is empty. When I am empty, every creature is full of God.
About Me
- Name: AKL
Poems are maps for getting lost in the wilderness of your heart, where everyone can find you. I love to explore the liminal space between word and silence, poetry and meditation, gathering circles whether in person or online. Wherever even two or three are gathered, there is the Beloved.
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