
Morning to night I am never done with looking
Looking, I mean not just standing around
but standing around as though with your arms open
Mary Oliver, Where Does the Temple Begin, Where Does It End?

Morning to night I am never done with looking
Looking, I mean not just standing around
but standing around as though with your arms open
Mary Oliver, Where Does the Temple Begin, Where Does It End?

The Shambhala teachings speak of “placing our fearful mind in the cradle of loving-kindness.” Another image for maitri is that of a mother bird who protects and cares for her young until they are strong enough to fly away. People sometimes ask, “Who am I in this image – the mother or the chick. The answer is both….Without loving kindness for ourselves it is difficult if not impossible to genuinely feel it for others.
Pema Chodron, Comfortable with Uncertainty

Or even on the wet and windy autumn morning we have here in Ireland…
What do love and hate matter when I am here alone
listening to the sound of the rain
late on this autumn evening
Dogen, 1200 – 1253

a wind has blown the rain away and blown
the sky away and all the leaves away,
and the trees stand.
e.e.cummings

Life is a process of becoming,
a combination of states we have to go through.
Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it.
This is a kind of death.
Anais Nin

One does not see anything
until one sees its beauty
Oscar Wilde