My living room coffee table teaches me. I found it in a resale shopâto be polite, letâs call it an âantique.â It has a (scratched) glass surface and is supported with lots of curling, ornate metal.
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This morning I heard what the table wanted to tell me: That the more transparent you can be, the clearer it becomes how strong and ornately beautiful you are underneath.
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Isnât it a mysterious wonder how anything we see can have a teaching for us? âConsider the lilies of the field,â a great teacher once said, showing us that LOOKING is a way to effortlessly receive enlightenment.
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The world is persistently pouring out wisdom for us to notice, if we dare to be poets. This morning, this pouring is happening right here in my living room. I bet itâs happening in yours.