For a while earlier this year the fencing around the fire-damaged buildings on Cathedral Green necessitated people to walk over this quote from William Blake, engraved into the paving. I hope they noticed it; it made a difference to me to see this regular reminder of his wisdom.
His first two lines also always came to mind (in this gender-neutral form), the whole verse a succinct and poetic teaching on attachment and letting go:
One who binds to themself a joy
Does the wingéd life destroy.
But one who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity’s sunrise.
And this would lead me to contemplating another verse of Blake’s:
We are made for joy and woe,
And when this we rightly know,
Through the world we safely go.
Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
That ‘rightly’ understanding our human nature in this way leads to a deep sense of safety or security seems to me another sublime practice in itself …