When the fruit of summer’s ripeness
hangs heavy on its stem
climb high to find yourself.
Trace the rushing creek
through somber forest shaggy with lichen
to the clear brown-eyed lake below the divide.
The alpine meadows are turning russet now.
Yet the bell flowers still ring out
their lavender blue, and the sun’s warmth
pleases the plump marmot today
on his rock above the willow brake.
With each foothold higher on the earth’s back
you step out of yourself
and out of yourself again, unpacking
yourself like a set of Russian dolls
or nested Chinese boxes, until
with the last step out of yourself
everything else steps inside of you;
and you step to the place that’s firm
even when this moment powders and blows away.
we unwrap ourselves like a beautiful gift when we honor the opalescent tears of discontent….may the seasons of hope and fog spiral into our most prized treasures….
The journey toward our beauty is a magnificent struggle. Achieving an integrity between what we believe and how we live is a challenge worthy of the gift of life. A thousand obstacles stand between ourselves and the honoring of our truth. A thousand distractions. A thousand ego-generated delusions. To dive down, find the beauty, nurture it, and offer it to the world is magnificent. Staying with your beauty, your truth, your integrity is difficult, but out of these things comes meaning, and meaning is all-transcendent.
To pray is to take notice of the wonder, to regain a sense of the mystery that animates all beings, the divine margin in all our attainments….Abraham Joshua Heschel