The sun is shining!
Where I live the sun is shining and the buds have popped out so the plum trees are waving white. We've had months of rain, record breaking rain and nobody complained because we are so grateful to be out of drought but yesterday I walked outside, and the kitties lay in the sun, and we all reveled in the feel of sunlight on skin and psyche. The night before I'd seen one of my cats seemingly worshipping at the unseen moon, a moon one day from full and obscured by clouds, and yet my cat seemed to know it was there and sat attentively looking up.
In this new-found freedom of breath, I take John O'Donahue's wonderful book, To Bless the Space Between Us, out onto the deck and open to this blessing. We are all artists on how we live. Let's not forget and let's inspire on the light inside as it reaches to meet the light that might seem to be outside but really there is only one Light.
For the Artist at The Start of Day
May morning be astir with the harvest of night;
Your mind quickening to the eros of a new question,
Your eyes seduced by some unintended glimpse
That cut right through the surface to a source.
May this be a morning of innocent beginning,
When the gift within you slips clear
Of the sticky web of the personal
With its hurt and its hauntings,
And fixed fortress corners,
A morning when you become a pure vessel
For what wants to ascend from silence,
May your imagination know
The grace of perfect danger,
To reach beyond irritation,
And the wheel of repetition,
Deep into the call of all
The unfinished and unsolved
Until the veil of the unknown yields
And something original begins
To stir toward your senses
And grow stronger in your heart
In order to come to birth
In a clean line of form,
That claims from time
A rhythm not yet heard,
That calls space to
A different shape.
May it be its own force field
And dwell uniquely
Between the heart and the light
To surprise the hungry eye
By how deftly it fits
About its secret loss.
In this new-found freedom of breath, I take John O'Donahue's wonderful book, To Bless the Space Between Us, out onto the deck and open to this blessing. We are all artists on how we live. Let's not forget and let's inspire on the light inside as it reaches to meet the light that might seem to be outside but really there is only one Light.
For the Artist at The Start of Day
May morning be astir with the harvest of night;
Your mind quickening to the eros of a new question,
Your eyes seduced by some unintended glimpse
That cut right through the surface to a source.
May this be a morning of innocent beginning,
When the gift within you slips clear
Of the sticky web of the personal
With its hurt and its hauntings,
And fixed fortress corners,
A morning when you become a pure vessel
For what wants to ascend from silence,
May your imagination know
The grace of perfect danger,
To reach beyond irritation,
And the wheel of repetition,
Deep into the call of all
The unfinished and unsolved
Until the veil of the unknown yields
And something original begins
To stir toward your senses
And grow stronger in your heart
In order to come to birth
In a clean line of form,
That claims from time
A rhythm not yet heard,
That calls space to
A different shape.
May it be its own force field
And dwell uniquely
Between the heart and the light
To surprise the hungry eye
By how deftly it fits
About its secret loss.