More inspiration

I’ve been reading Thich Nhat Hanh‘s “primer” on Buddhism, and thinking about store consciousness – what in Western psychology would be termed “background consciousness.”

I think this poem by Rumi speaks to this:

in bloom

I feel like the ground, astonished
at what the atmosphere has brought to it. What I know

is growing inside me.

(Thanks to Kozi Wolf for the poem. And for what it’s worth, I found an interesting article on “Consciousness and Quantum Physics” by Hanh.)