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)