There are things you can’t reach. But
you can reach out to them, and all day long.
The wind, the bird flying away. The idea of God.
And it can keep you as busy as anything else, and happier.
The snake slides away; the fish jumps, like a little lily,
out of the water and back in; the goldfinches sing
from the unreachable top of the tree.
I look; morning to night I am never done with looking.
Looking I mean not just standing around, but standing around
as though with your arms open.
And thinking: maybe something will come, some
shining coil of wind,
or a few leaves from any old tree–
they are all in this too.
And now I will tell you the truth.
Everything in the world
At least, closer.
Like the nibbling, tinsel-eyed fish; the unlooping snake.
Like goldfinches, little dolls of goldfluttering around the corner of the sky
of God, the blue air.
you can’t catch a glimpse of your future self without a little nuance of the present….
inquiry for today~ being in silence, in discomfort, and in play- all in a day will fill you up…..
When we are no longer caught in propping up, defending, protecting, or proclaiming our sense of self, and are less self-obsessed and self-centered, we naturally feel more at ease and at peace. We no longer take ourselves or our dramas so seriously. We can laugh at ourselves and the amusing tricks our minds play, and feel a lightness and spaciousness about our inner and outer experiences because we see them with greater perspective. When we realize how connected we are and always have been, our painful sense of alienation can dissipate, leaving in its wake a loving embrace of life.