
Source: My Stroke of Insight: A Brain Scientist's Personal Journey
"Meditations of an Old Woman: First Meditation," ll. 15-21
Words for the Wind (1958)
Context: How can I rest in the days of my slowness?
I've become a strange piece of flesh,
Nervous and cold, bird-furtive, whiskery,
With a cheek soft as a hound's ear.
What's left is light as a seed;
I need an old crone's knowing.
Source: My Stroke of Insight: A Brain Scientist's Personal Journey
“I planted some bird seed. A bird came up. Now I don’t know what to feed it.”
Source: Gyn/Ecology: The Metaethics of Radical Feminism (1978–1990), p. 384.
Blessings (1998)
Context: When I listen to love, I am listening to my true nature. When I express love, I am expressing my true nature. All of us love. All of us do it more and more perfectly. The past has brought us both ashes and diamonds. In the present we find the flowers of what we've planted and the seeds of what we are becoming. I plant the seeds of love in my heart. I plant the seeds of love in the hearts of others.
“That story, as all good stories, planted a seed in my soul and never left me.”
The fishermen (2015)
February 28, 1962, page 51.
Official Report of Proceedings of the Hong Kong Legislative Council