the sky is falling again

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As I walked slowly over the grass, the sun shone out enough to show the shadow moving with me. Somehow I seemed to get identity with each and every thing around me, in its condition. Nature was naked, and I was also.

…….Walt Whitman

we are poems that vacillate from grand inner wisdom to woefully unskilled living…….this is the way of the bruised heart, the tender and uncertain world we bear witness to much of the time……may we allow grace to find us naked and healing….

I will have become like
the madman running
to see the moon
in the window,

the hawk
I saw tracing the cliff edge
above the river.

I will be the man
I have pursued all along
and finally caught.

I will be
all my intuitions
and all my desires
and then I will walk
slowly down the steps
as if dressed in white
and wade into
the water
for a second baptism.

I will be like
someone who cannot
hide their love
but
my joy will become ordinary
and everyday
and like a lover
I will find out
exactly what it is like
to be the happiest,
the only one in creation
to really understand
how much,
I’m just
a hair’s breadth
from dying.

…..David Whyte

About five years ago I saw a mockingbird make a straight vertical descent from the roof gutter of a four-story building. It was an act as careless and spontaneous as the curl of a stem or the kindling of a star.

The mockingbird took a single step into the air and dropped. His wings were still folded against his sides as though he were singing from a limb and not falling, accelerating thirty-two feet per second through empty air. Just a breath before he would have been dashed to the ground, he unfurled his wings with exact, deliberate care, revealing the broad bars of white, spread his elegant, white-banded tail, and so floated onto the grass. I had just rounded a corner when his insouciant step caught my eye; there was no one else in sight. The fact of his free fall was like the old philosophical conundrum about the tree that falls in the forest. The answer must be, I think, that beauty and grace are performed whether or not we will or sense them. The least we can do is try to be there.

 ………Annie Dillard

4 thoughts on “the sky is falling again

    • oh I had forgotten about that book…..listening behind & below finds me remembering dreams I’ve forgotten……delicate insights rush in g.f.s…..

  1. As humans, we are limited – not by what we can do – but by what we think we cannot. A bird never thinks even once about falling as he steps from the nest………….the lure of the wind is all he knows of home.

    Sorry I don’t get by as often, but my new job is taking more of me these days, and our firewall periodically chooses to block me when time does allow to venture over. But know (as I am sure you do) that you are forever here. ❤

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