Showing posts with label Ursula Le Guin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ursula Le Guin. Show all posts

Monday, January 30, 2023

all you have











It is our suffering that brings us together. It is not love. 

Love does not obey the mind, and turns to hate when forced. 
The bond that binds us is beyond choice. We are brothers. 
We are brothers in what we share. In pain, which each of us must suffer alone, 
in hunger, in poverty, in hope, we know our brotherhood. 
 
We know it, because we have had to learn it. 
We know that there is no help for us but from one another, that no hand
 will save us if we do not reach out our hand. And the hand that you reach
 out is empty, as mine is. You have nothing. You possess nothing. You own nothing. 
You are free. All you have is what you are, and what you give.

If you evade suffering you also evade the chance of joy. 
Pleasure you may get, or pleasures, but you will not be fulfilled. 
You will not know what it is to come home… Fulfillment… is a function of time. 
The search for pleasure is circular, repetitive, atemporal… It has an end. 
It comes to the end and has to start over. It is not a journey and return,
 but a closed cycle, a locked room, a cell… The thing about working with time, 
instead of against it, …is that it is not wasted. Even pain counts.



~  Ursula Le Guin
from The Dispossessed: An Ambiguous Utopia





Tuesday, August 21, 2018

hymn to time









Time says “Let there be”
every moment and instantly
there is space and the radiance
of each bright galaxy.

And eyes beholding radiance.
And the gnats’ flickering dance.
And the seas’ expanse.
And death, and chance.

Time makes room
for going and coming home
and in time’s womb
begins all ending.

Time is being and being
time, it is all one thing,
the shining, the seeing,
the dark abounding.




~   Ursula K. Le Guin