This is true: the debt is unavoidably, continuously paid; you can't help but be you. Yet this is also true: it takes practice to be you. Sometimes the practice happens, and sometimes the payment of yourself to the world is made more consciously and mindfully than other times. Shall we call this honor? Might as well.
One evening Porcupine asked, "What is the place of honor in the practice?"Verse
Raven said, "To be truly Porcupine takes practice."
Porcupine asked, "Come on, Roshi, you don't mean just to be true to myself!"
Raven said, "To everybody else."
The river, delivering
its tributes to the sea,
doesn't remember its
million years of practicing,
or how its canyon formed.
the current is the memory.
Case by Robert Aitken, adapted; introduction and verse by Meredith GarmonPREVIOUS ☙ INDEX