Consciously or unconsciously, we avoid facing things as they are in themselves
and so we want God to open a door for us which is beyond…
(but) to find life’s purpose we must go through the door of ourselves
Jiddu Krisnamurti

You have traveled too fast over false ground;
Now your soul has come to take you back.
Take refuge in your senses, open up
To all the small miracles you rushed through.
Become inclined to watch the way of rain
When it falls slow and free.
Imitate the habit of twilight,
Taking time to open the well of color
That fostered the brightness of day.
Draw alongside the silence of stone
Until its calmness can claim you.
John O’Donohue, To Bless the Space Between Us
photo joseph Mischyshyn
A rare bright and sunny morning here in Ireland. This poem gets close to the spacious feeling which the early sun stirs up inside:
Got up on a cool morning. Leaned out a window.
No cloud, no wind. Air that flowers held
for awhile. Some dove somewhere.
Been on probation most of my life. And
the rest of my life been condemned. So these moments
count for a lot — peace, you know.
Let the bucket of memory down into the well,
bring it up. Cool, cool minutes. No one
stirring, no plans. Just being there.
This is what the whole thing is about.
William Stafford, 1914 – 1993 Just Thinking