Archive for February 2011
only grateful
when blindness
renders you
trite
yours was ne’er
theirs to
drive
glh
sometimes you just gotta' row
when blindness
renders you
trite
yours was ne’er
theirs to
drive
glh
Written by glh
February 28, 2011 at 01:42
Posted in Letting Go, noticing, writing
"Crossing at a ford means, for example, crossing the sea at a strait, or crossing over a hundred miles of broad sea at a crossing place. I believe this 'crossing at a ford' occurs often in a man's lifetime. It means setting sail even though your friends stay in harbour, knowing the route, knowing the soundness of your ship and the favour of the day. When all the conditions are met, and there is perhaps a favourable wind, or a tailwind, then set sail. If the wind changes within a few miles of your destination, you must row across the remaining distance without sail."
Miyamoto Musashi, 1645
Translated by Victor Harris