The woods is shining this morning.
Red, gold and green, the leaves
lie on the ground, or fall,
or hang full of light in the air still…
Perfect in its rise and in its fall, it takes
the place it has been coming to forever.
It has not hastened here, or lagged…
See how without confusion it is
all that it is, and how flawless
its grace is. Running or walking,
the way is the same. Be still. Be still.
“He moves your bones, and the way is clear.”
~ Wendell Berry, from “Grace. For Gurney Norman, quoting him” from New Collected Poems
Notes:
- Poem: Thank you Beth @ Alive on All Channels.
- Photo: acafe: Genko-an temple, Kyoto, Japan
- Related Posts: William Berry
good words. Be .. Still.
Quiet entry into the day…perfect
WMS…dropping into this rainy fall weekend softly…
yes, be still. yes.
Joy in this moment.
“It has not hastened here, or lagged…”
Does it ever?
Miraculously, no.
“Even though we’re making our way through an enormous mystery, we often think we do a pretty good job of trying to explain just how things are—until we actually experience the thing we’re trying to explain. Then we realize our words and ideas are like trying to grab a single drop of rain in a thunderstorm.”
~ Ed Brickell, Tricycle: The Buddhist Review
Exactly…
Beautiful, thanks for sharing!
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… and I just roll out my yoga mat and find bliss right there 💛
Smiling. Yes.