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
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