Maria Popova
In my darkest hours what had saved me again and again
Is some action of unselfing ,
Some instinctive wakefulness to an aspect of the world
Other than myself-
An helping hand extended to someone else's struggle
The dazzling galaxy just discovered millions of light years away-
Cardinal trembling of the tree outside the window
So to contact happiness of angry kind is
To be dissolved into something complete and great
Something beyond the bruising boundaries of the ego.
The attainment of happiness then is then less a matter of pursuit than surrender to the world's wonder
Ready as it comes!!!
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