The web of life both cradles us
and calls us to weave it further.
how I choose my own version of reality
inquiry for today~ and what is true? and what is wild?
If I said that my love for you was
like the spaces between the notes of a wren’s song,
would you understand?
Would you perceive my love to be, therefore,
hardly present, almost nothing?
Or would you feel how my love is wrapped
around by the richest, the wildest song?
And, if I said my love for you is like
the time when the nightingale is absent
from our twilight world,
would you hear it as a silence? Nothing?
Or as anticipation
of that rich current of music,
which fills heart,
And, if I said my love for
you is like the hare’s breath,
would you feel it to be transient?
So slight a thing?
Or would you see it as life-giving?
A thing that fills the blood, and
sets the hare running?
…fills the blood and sets the has running
Joanna Macy is riveting in her passion. We can all learn and lean into what calls to us. Thanks g.f.s….