Love means to learn to look at yourself
The way one looks at distant things
For you are only one thing among many.
And whoever sees that way heals his heart,
Without knowing it, from various ills.
A bird and a tree say to him: Friend.
Then he wants to use himself and things
So that they stand in the glow of ripeness.
It doesn’t matter whether he knows what he serves:
Who serves best doesn’t always understand.
it’s another beautiful day when I noticed…
inquiry for today~ settle into a finer moment….
We are all tired. Really, we are. It’s a hard road, but it’s also a beautiful one.
Perhaps we expect too much from ourselves and from others.
Perhaps humanity can only make slow progress, like an inch worm.
Perhaps we need to celebrate how far we have come more often. And rest more.
And relish the simple pleasures. And look for love everywhere. There is a river near where I live.
It meanders slowly, peacefully. It doesn’t ask itself why it isn’t an ocean, or a raging river, or some other thing.
It just surrenders to what it is. Maybe we just need to surrender more to who we are.
I think I will lie down tomorrow beside the river. And take a rest.
And sweet surrender.