When Broken Tools Reveal New Usefulness (Su Tung Po)
The other day I was reading a poem written by Su Tung Po in 1097, over a thousand years ago, and realized that it was talking about me, right now in 2015, using such perfectly wrought words, I saw the most ordinary moment differently. Here is a fragment* Sound sleep, sea of inner breath stirring; boundless, it … Continue reading When Broken Tools Reveal New Usefulness (Su Tung Po)
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