I was carried away, seeing, absorbing many wonders. Dainty abandon, sometimes as if Nature laughing on a hillside in the sunshine; serious and firm monotonies, as of winds; a horn sounding through the tangle of the forest, and the dying echoes; soothing floating of waves, but presently rising in surges, angrily lashing, muttering, heavy; piercing peals of laughter, for interstices; now and then weird, as Nature herself is in certain moods — but mainly spontaneous, easy, careless — often the sentiment of the postures of naked children playing or sleeping. It did me good even to watch the violinists drawing their bows so masterly — every motion a study. I allow’d myself, as I sometimes do, to wander out of myself. The conceit came to me of a copious grove of singing birds, and in their midst a simple harmonic duo, two human souls, steadily asserting their own pensiveness, joyousness. ~Walt Whitman
when we catch a glimpse of the wind- not how it feels, but how we see it, and then feel it differently…..
inquiry for today~ notice how beauty can be most easily felt in a daydream…..
When I saw the wheelchair man
with spindly limbs twist his neck to the sun,
I wanted to take the newborn from the blanket
and put her in his hands.
And when the blind woman knelt at the stoplight
to hug her dog, I wanted to embrace everyone
who ever showed me an inch of truth.
There is less and less between heart and world.
In the morning, I am sure
this is a deep blessing.
By night, it seems a curse.
In time, our pains in being here
crack open into a soft wonder
that no one owns.
I notice everything now, and more,
I am everything I notice.
Like one who suddenly sees while staring,
I now know love, though I have been loving.
To watch the sun rim your face,
your head in my lap, while small birds sing—
I could have died there on that bench,
but want so much to live.