If you find yourself half naked and barefoot in the frosty grass,
hearing, again, the earth’s great, sonorous moan that says you are the air of the now and gone,
that says all you love will turn to dust, and will meet you there, do not raise your fist.
Do not raise your small voice against it. And do not take cover.
Instead, curl your toes into the grass, watch the cloud ascending from your lips.
Walk through the garden’s dormant splendor.
Say only, thank you.
it’s so ok to pause in the sweetness of life….
inquiry for today~ may you fill the day, overflowing…..
Gratitude opens the heart and spills over into love. We can be grateful only for what we love. Thus the capacity for love will grow and flourish in our hearts so that one day it will no longer be limited to people. Everything that exists is worthy of love.
Hence we can love the sunrise and the sunset, a tiny beetle, a wildflower, a gnarled oak. We can always be humble and grateful for everything good in our lives, instead of focusing on what we supposedly lack.