I see or hear something that more or less
kills me with delight, that leaves me like a needle
in the haystack
It was what I was born for – to look, to listen,
to lose myself inside this soft world – to instruct myself over and over
and acclamation. Nor am I talking about the exceptional,
the fearful, the dreadful, the very extravagant – but of the ordinary,
the common, the very drab,
the daily presentations. Oh, good scholar,
I say to myself, how can you help
but grow wise with such teachings as these –
the untrimmable light
of the world,
the ocean’s shine, the prayers that are made out of grass?
how many times does the heart re-remember its joy?
inquiry for today~ may you too, open to the heart….
To pray you open your whole self
To sky, to earth, to sun, to moon
To one whole voice that is you.
And know there is more
That you can’t see, can’t hear
Can’t know except in moments
Steadily growing, and in languages
That aren’t always sound but other
Circles of motion.Like eagle that Sunday morning
Over Salt River. Circles in blue skyIn wind, swept our hearts clean
With sacred wings.We see you, see ourselves and know
That we must take the utmost careAnd kindness in all things.
Breathe in, knowing we are made of
All this, and breathe, knowing
We are truly blessed because weWere born, and die soon, within a True circle of motion,
Like eagle rounding out the morningInside us.
We pray that it will be doneIn beauty.