Notes:
- Photo by Eric Van Peer. Dew drops on Dragonfly. Thank you Mimi for sharing. Amazing!
- Post Title Inspired by Albert Einstein’s quote: “There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle.”
Miracle. All of It.
Tag: dew
Monday Morning Wake-Up Call
You tell me to live each day
as if it were my last. This is in the kitchen
where before coffee I complain
of the day ahead – that obstacle race
of minutes and hours,
grocery stores and doctors.
But why the last? I ask. Why not
live each day as if it were the first –
all raw astonishment, Eve rubbing
her eyes awake that first morning,
the sun coming up
like an ingénue in the east?
You grind the coffee
with the small roar of a mind
trying to clear itself. I set
the table, glance out the window
where dew has baptized every
living surface.
– Linda Pastan, “Imaginary Conversation” from Insomnia: Poems
Notes: Poem – Thank you Whiskey River. Photo: (via Your Eyes Blaze Out)
T.G.I.F.
So I say to you.
This is how to contemplate our conditioned existence in this fleeting world:
Like a tiny drop of dew,
or a bubble floating in a stream;
Like a flash of lightning in a summer cloud,
Or a flickering lamp, an illusion, a phantom, or a dream.
— Buddha, from the Diamond Sūtra
Notes:
- Diamond Sūtra: “A copy of the Chinese version of Diamond Sūtra, found among the Dunhuang manuscripts in the early 20th century by Aurel Stein, was dated back to 11 May 868. It is, in the words of the British Library, “the earliest complete survival of a dated printed book.” (Source: Wiki)
- Photo (via Your Eyes Blaze Out)
So fresh, so fleeting
Dew evaporates
And all our world is dew…so dear,
So fresh, so fleeting.
~ Issa, 1763 – 1828, on the death of his child
Notes:
- Haiku: Thank you Karl @ Mindfulbalance.
- Photo: “Thousand drops of light” by Arindam Sen (via dragonfly)
Sunday Morning
It is a time of quiet joy,
the sunny morning.
When the glittery dew is on the mallow weeds,
each leaf holds a jewel which is beautiful
if not valuable.
This is no time for hurry or for bustle.
Thoughts are slow and deep and golden in the morning.”
~ John Steinbeck, Tortilla Flat
Notes:
- Photograph – Carolyn Cochrane Photography.
- Poem: Schonwieder
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