the art of having nothing to accomplish

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So at the end of this day, we give thanks
For being betrothed to the unknown.
~ John O’Donohue

we forget how soothing and magical our insights can be simply by allowing our attention to drift toward the natural world……it’s like waking up fresh, full of promise, with a shiny new sense of hope……surprised by life’s essence……

It happens to those
who live alone
that they feel sure
of visitors
when no one else
is there.

Until the one day
and the one particular
hour
working in the
quiet garden,

when they realize
at once
that all along
they have been
an invitation
to everything
and every kind of trouble

and that life
happens by
to those who
inhabit
silence

like the bees
visiting
the tall mallow
on their legs of gold,
or the wasps
going from door to door
in the tall forest
of the daisies.

I have my freedom
today
because nothing
really happened

and nobody came
to see me,
only the slow
growing of the garden
in the summer heat

and the silence of that
unborn life
making itself
known at my desk,

my hands
still
dark
with the crumbling
soil
as I write
and watch

the first lines
of a new poem
like flowers
of scarlet fire
coming to fullness
in a clear light.

~David Whyte

the crossroads

Whatever our path, whatever the color or gain of our days, whatever riddles we must solve to stay alive,

the secret of life somehow always has to do

with the awakening and freeing

of what has been asleep.

…..Mark Nepo

2 thoughts on “the art of having nothing to accomplish

  1. This is exquisite, and I immediately thought of how much of what we accomplish isn’t by some grand plan, but by chance……by a glimmer of allowance in an otherwise ‘too organized’ day. I ventured out last weekend to visit some nearby gardens, and one in particular took me away. The lot was crowded, and yet there was room for a weathered barn. Beside it grew all types of wildflowers and vegetables not common to the average garden – Italian eggplant, fennel, rhubarb, and heirlooms. Rain barrels were everywhere, and a beehive held one corner of the property. To a ‘trained’ gardener, it seemed without structure (and to put it bluntly, a complete mess)….and yet (o), it was spectacular. What it gave up due to limited space, it made up for in beauty, and in the wonder that only occurs in allowing to be. How sweet……..so very. ~ Love, Bobbie

    • I love this….I can envision the creative wild oozing its loveliness…….I could photograph its wonders……so many secrets to stumble upon……letting go to find them…….I love that you see and share……connecting eyes to heart Bobbie……

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