Is not the goal of life more life? The goal of inquiry more inquiry? The goal of art more art? The goal of health more health?
When practice is one's whole life, what else could there be to want?
Gray Wolf made one her rare visits to the circle, and after a talk by Raven she remarked, "The goal of practice seems to be just more practice."Verse
Raven bobbed her head. "Well?"
Gray Wolf hesitated, and then asked, "So there's no end to it?"
Raven hopped down from her perch to a little hummock beside Gray Wolf, put her beak to Gray Wolf's ear, and murmured, "Thank goodness."
No one thought, this will never end.
Still, no one thought, this will end
Often enough not to be surprised
When it did.
Then, amid the shock, another surprise:
Some this there is,
That doesn't end.
Case adapted from Robert Aitken; introduction and verse by Meredith GarmonPREVIOUS ☙ NEXT ☙ INDEX