Make a place of prayer, no fuss,
just lean into the white brilliance
and say what you needed to say
all along, nothing too much, words
as simple and as yours and as heard
as the bird song above your head
or the river running gently beside you.
Let your words join
one to another
the way stone nestles on stone,
the way water just leaves
and goes to the sea,
the way your promise
breathes and belongs
with every other promise
the world has ever made.
Now, let them go on,
leave your words
to carry their own life
without you, let the promise
go with the river.
weather is a great reminder of all that changes, of all that we cannot move, of the paradox of feeling fine and then not…….
inquiry for today~ be in the mess and the wind and then listen and then feel….
Freedom is the journey itself. It is like a labyrinth, a circle, a deepening spiral, a dance around the stillpoint, the center of all things. ~Jack Kornfield