Words of Wisdom for October 22, 2025

To love as a cricket does:
to occupy an ear, a blade
of grass, to see with eyes like
cut stones,
to behold the miraculous
pebbles sitting unprecious,
a hundredfold, a millionfold,
to sing for dirt, to bring cut-up
wings together in hymn and count
time as the sky goes cold, tempo
for temperature, louder even than the
cone-headed katydids, to listen
closely with the crook of a knee for
a harmony of veins, to sing
to be heard by everything, earth and
air and sky and you, muscles
thrumming with the atmosphere,
symphony for the soil.

– Noa Gur-Arie

May you be free from suffering and the causes of suffering!

All my best,

–Jerome