The gods are nameless and imageless
yet looking in a great full lime-tree of summer
I suddenly saw deep into the eyes of gods:
it is enough.
sometimes thoughts are simply in the way, not needed……awe and play are integral to catching a surprise moment, to revealing an aliveness…..maybe we can do more than endure after all….maybe we can get lost in reverie….
The plants in the garden are giving their all. Stems and leaves surrender their energy to fruiting. The days are shorter, the air cooler. Autumn is a ripeness, an urgency to complete, to go to fruit and seed, to give to the future. Our lives, too, must be allowed to mature, to be able to give to others. We do not bear fruit for ourselves. We bear fruit for life itself. It is a strange paradox that fulfillment is so much about surrender. We recognize ourselves best when we give ourselves fully. It is how we discover what we essentially are, or rather what we have been allowed to become from the gifts that were given us. Now the leaves are turning tawny or burning red and bright with gold. The joy of completion blazes in every direction. Fulfillment demands that we let go. We must fall into unknowing again, open to an expectation without intention. Then nonattachment can be felt as the greatest fruit, that divine freedom that lets life live us….Gunilla Norris
I cannot find my angels in my to-do lists….
they come out to play when I do….
I hear them rustle in the golden leaves…