Always at home

Someday we’ll live in the sky.

Meanwhile, the house of our lives is the world.
The fields, the ponds, the birds.
The thick black oaks — surely they are the
     children of God.
The feistiness among the tiger lilies,
the hedges of runaway honeysuckle, that no one owns.

Where is it? I ask, and then
my feet know it.

One jump, and I’m home.

Mary Oliver, Boundaries (Extract) 

Letting go

Human beings are made of water.

we were not designed
to hold ourselves 
together,

rather run freely
like oceans,
like rivers.

Beau Taplin, Run Freely

Off to work

The place God calls you to

is the place where your deep gladness

and the world’s deep hunger meet

Frederick Buechner, born 1926, American writer, preacher, and theologian

There are no wrong seasons.

It didn’t behave
like anything you had
ever imagined. The wind
tore at the trees, the rain
fell for days slant and hard…

 I watched
the trees bow and their leaves fall
and crawl back into the earth.
As though, that was that…

 But listen now to what happened
to the actual trees;
toward the end of that summer they
pushed new leaves from their stubbed limbs.
It was the wrong season, yes,
but they couldn’t stop. They
looked like telephone poles and didn’t
care. And after the leaves came
blossoms.

For some things
there are no wrong seasons.
Which is what I dream of for me.

Mary Oliver, Hurricane (excerpts)

Today

I do not want to step so quickly over a beautiful line on God’s Palm 
As I move through the earth’s 
Marketplace 
Today.

Something has happened
To my understanding of existence
That now makes my heart always full of wonder
And kindness.

I do not want to step so quickly
Over this sacred place on God’s body
That is right beneath your
Own foot

As I dance with
Precious life
Today.

 

 Today from Daniel Ladinsky, The Gift: Poems by Hafiz the Great Sufi Master

Three greatest treasures

I have just three things to teach:

simplicity, patience, compassion.

These three are your greatest treasures: 

Simple in actions and in thoughts,

you return to the source of being.

Patient with both friends and enemies,

you accord with the way things are.

Compassionate toward yourself,

you reconcile all beings in the world.

Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching, 67, Stephen Mitchell trans,