“The flower doesn’t dream of the bee. It blossoms and the bee comes.”
— Mark Nepo, The Book of Awakening
Ideas are not products, as much as corporations would like them to be. Ideas are intersections between ourselves and something else, whether that’s a book, a conversation with a friend, or the subtle suggestion of a tree. Ideas can literally arise out of clouds (if we are looking at them). That is to say: ideas, like consciousness itself, are emergent properties, and thinking might be more participation than it is production. If we can accept this view of the mind with humility and awe, we might be amazed at what will grow there.
The world doesn’t environ us, but passes through us. What we inhabit inhabits us. What surrounds us constitutes us. We do not belong to ourselves.
Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.