Another storm system passing over Ireland today, in the very wet Autumn which we are having.
As the Arab proverb says:
“The nature of the rain is the same,
but it makes thorns grow in the marshes
and flowers in the gardens“
Anthony de Mello, Awareness
The leaves are falling, falling as from far off,
as though far gardens withered in the skies;
they are falling with denying gestures.
And in the nights the heavy earth is falling
from all the stars down into loneliness.
We are all falling. This hand falls.
And look at others; it is in them all.
And yet there is One who holds this falling
endlessly gently in his hands.
Rainer Maria Rilke, Autumn
rather than trying to have special experiences,
is where real freedom lies
Ezra Bayda, At Home in the Muddy Water
One must bear in mind that there is a considerable difference between perfection and completeness….
The individual may strive after perfection,
but must suffer from the opposite of his [or her] intentions for the sake of ….. completeness.
Windowsills evenly welcome both heat and cold.
Radiators speak or fall silent as they must.
Doors are not equivocal, floorboards do not hesitate or startle.
Impatience does not stir the curtains,
a bed is neither irritable nor rapacious.
Whatever disquiet we sense in a room
we have brought there.
And so I instruct my ribs each morning,
pointing to hinge and plaster and wood —
You are matter, as they are.
See how perfectly it can be done.
Hold, one day more, what is asked.
Jane Hirshfield, A Room
The gate of heaven is everywhere.
Thomas Merton, Conjectures of a Guilty Bystander