AT THE END OF THE YEAR — John O’Donohue The particular mind of the ocean Filling the coastline’s longing With such brief harvest Of elegant, vanishing waves Is like the mind of time Opening us shapes of days. As this year draws to its end, We give thanks for the gifts it brought And how …
Let us all be ASTONISHED, friends! “Messenger” (sort of) by Mary Oliver My work is loving the world.Here the ferns, there the downy—equal seekers of sweetness.Here the turtle deep in the speckled sand; there the service berries.Here the leaves lining my pathway into the day. Is my helmet old? Are my shoes worn?Am I no longer …
How would you live then? by Mary Oliver What if a hundred rose-breasted grosbeaksflew in circles around your head? What ifthe mockingbird came into the house with you andbecame your advisor? What ifthe bees filled your walls with honey and allyou needed to do was ask them and they would fillthe bowl? What if the …
Earth Touching by Thich Nhat Hanh Here is the foot of a tree.Here is an empty, quiet place. Here is a cushion. Brother, why don’t you sit down? Sit upright. Sit with solidity. Sit in peace. Don’t let your thoughts lift you up into the air. Sit so that you can really touch the Earth and be one with her. You may …
A Cedary Fragrance Even now,decades after,I wash my face with cold water – Not for discipline,nor memory,nor the icy, awakening slap, but to practicechoosingto make the unwanted wanted. by Jane Hirshfield