Everything is beautiful and I am so sad.
This is how the heart makes a duet of
wonder and grief. The light spraying
through the lace of the fern is as delicate
as the fibers of memory forming their web
around the knot in my throat. The breeze
makes the birds move from branch to branch
as this ache makes me look for those I’ve lost
in the next room, in the next song, in the laugh
of the next stranger. In the very center, under
it all, what we have that no one can take
away and all that we’ve lost face each other.
It is there that I’m adrift, feeling punctured
by a holiness that exists inside everything.
I am so sad and everything is beautiful.
our grievances are at times too big or too small….ragged and disjointed….ever changing, urgent, and without possibility…..maybe this is why we need a larger lens to hold us…..an ocean to swoop in and calm us…..
inquiry for today~ for now……to flow, to “be with,” to be present……
The words sea and ocean are too small to image such wild divinity. The ocean is beyond language. The flow of the ocean presents a most beautiful dance. She is eternally restless and delights the eye most with the structured rhythm of waves. The seashore is a fascinating threshold. With sublime elegance, the ocean approaches and embraces the landscape and each wave has a unique grace and rhythm. The grandeur of ocean movement is consistently enthralling yet there is consolation and consistency in the faithfulness of the ocean. Our eyes and hearts follow its rhythm as if the flow of water were the mirror where time becomes obliquely visible. The faraway force of the moon that draws the tides to dance is a vivid metaphor for the passionate kinship of the elements that stirs across infinite distance. ~John ODonohue