In moments of darkness and pain
remember all is cyclical.
Sit quietly behind your wooden door
Spring will come again
Loy Ching-Yuen (1873 – 1960) Chinese Taoist tai chi master.
Even the long-beloved
was once an unrecognized stranger.
Just so, the chipped lip of a blue-glazed cup,
blown field of a yellow curtain,
might also,
flooding and falling,
ruin your heart.
A table painted with roses.
An empty clothesline.
Each time,
the found world surprises –
that is its nature.
And then
what is said by all lovers:
“What fools we were, not to have seen.”
Jane Hirshfield, Meeting the Light Completely
More John O ’Donohue after some very windy and rainy days…
How would it be to allow for knowing
and not knowing: allowing room
for the mystery of creating
to be able to wonder softly
without needing to understand everything
to trust in the process
to trust in love
to trust in the mystery and wonder
of the universe
that beats softly wildly true
all round about us,
that is hidden in the mists
in the clouds and the rain
in the wind blowing and the rain lashing down on your window.
Do not say, ‘It is morning,’
and dismiss it with a name of yesterday.
See it for the first time
as a new-born child that has no name.
Every child comes with the message
that God is not yet discouraged of man. Everything comes to us that belongs to us, if we create the capacity to receive it.
Rabindranath Tagore