The Philosopher and the Poet

There is a story about the Zen master Hayekujo who was approached by two students as he began his morning chores on the farm attached to his temple. He simply turned to face the fields which the sun was just then rising above extended his arms out in the direction of the serene expanse and said nothing. Marcus Aurelius who is supposedly this dark depressive stoic loved beauty in his own Whitman s way why else would he write so vividly of the ordinary way that baking bread splits in places in those cracks. Even of dying he writes pass through this brief patch of time in harmony with nature come to your final resting place gracefully just as a ripened all of my drop praising