I don’t know where prayers go, or what they do.
Do cats pray, while they sleep half-asleep in the sun?
Does the opossum pray as it crosses the street?
The sunflowers? The old black oak growing older every year?
Is a prayer a gift, or a petition, or does it matter?
The sunflowers blaze, maybe that’s their way.
Maybe the cats are sound asleep. Maybe not.
While I was thinking this I happened to be standing just outside my door, with my notebook open,
which is the way I begin every morning.
Then a wren in the privet began to sing.
He was positively drenched in enthusiasm,
I don’t know why. And yet, why not.
I wouldn’t persuade you from whatever you believe
or whatever you don’t. That’s your business.
But I thought, of the wren’s singing,
what could this be if it isn’t a prayer?
So l just listened, my pen in the air.
nothing mean more that this open awareness
inquiry for today~ how does wonder inspire happiness?
I think God is on Earth, inside every living being.
What we call “the divine” is none other than the
energy of awakening, of peace, of understanding,
and of love, which is to be found not only in every
human being, but in every species on Earth.
~Thich Nhat Hanh