Observe

So easy this week in Ireland, with beautiful Indian Summer days bathing the fields in light

Observe the wonders as they occur around you.
Don’t claim them. Feel the artistry
moving through, and be silent.

Rumi

Time for ourselves

 

When from our better selves we have too long
Been parted by the hurry world, and droop,
Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired,
How gracious, how benign, is Solitude

Wordsworth, The Prelude

Rooted

All that power from roots.
Imagine you must survive
without running

Ada Limón , Ancestors

Saturday: Getting a break from the thinking mind

Don’t you wish they would stop,
all the thoughts swirling around in your head,
bees in a hive, dancers tapping their way across the stage.
I should rake the leaves in the carport, buy Christmas lights.
Was there really life on Mars? What will I cook for dinner?
I walk up the driveway, put out the garbage bins.
I should stop using plastic bags, visit my friend
whose husband just left her for the Swedish nanny.
I wish I hadn’t said Patrick’s painting looked “ominous.”
Maybe that’s why he hasn’t called.
Does the car need oil, again? There’s a hole in the ozone
the size of Texas, and everything seems to be speeding up.

Come, let’s stand by the window and look out
at the light on the field. Let’s watch how
the clouds cover the sun, and almost nothing
stirs in the grass.

Danusha Lameris,  1971 – American Poet, from The Moons of August

Saturday rest

I have dreamed of the morning

coming in like a bird through the window

not burdened by a thought.

Wendell Berry, The Design of The House: Ideal and Hard Time

Being captivated by a song

We hear the birds sing,

and THAT
is the source of all
we see and
touch.

Hafiz