Quiet friend who has come so far,
feel how your breathing makes more space around you.
Let this darkness be a bell tower
and you the bell. As you ring,
what batters you becomes your strength.
Move back and forth into the change.
What is it like, such intensity of pain?
If the drink is bitter, turn yourself to wine.
In this uncontainable night,
be the mystery at the crossroads of your senses,
the meaning discovered there.
And if the world has ceased to hear you,
say to the silent earth: I flow.
To the rushing water, speak: I am.
when we catch a sweet glimpse of the soft edge between we & them, me & you, us & nature, we begin to commune with beauty undefined by ‘relationship’ or ‘identity’….
a grateful heart seizes tenderness….like air & water & light….breathing in the soul’s silence simply to witness the gifts of this life…
our inner angels are so quiet…..they only hear when we whisper…..
I think of you often. Especially in the evenings, when I am on the balcony and it’s too dark to write or to do anything but wait for the stars. A time I love. One feels half disembodied, sitting like a shadow at the door of one’s being while the dark tide rises. Then comes the moon, marvelously serene, and small stars, very merry for some reason of their own. It is so easy to forget, in a worldly life, to attend to these miracles…..Kathryn Mansfield
why I perch
on a jade green mountain
but say nothing
like a peach blossom
in the flowing stream
in the depths
in another world
not among me.