How would you live then?
What if a hundred rose-breasted grosbeaks
flew in circles around your head? What if
the mockingbird came into the house with you and
became your advisor? What if
the bees filled your walls with honey and all
you needed to do was ask them and they would fill
the bowl? What if the brook slid downhill just
past your bedroom window so you could listen
to it slow prayers as you fell asleep? What if
the stars began to shout their names, or to run this way and that way above the clouds? What if
you painted a picture of a tree, and the leaves
began to rustle, and a bird cheerfully sang
from its painted branches? What if you suddenly saw
that the silver of water was brighter than the silver
of money? What if you finally saw
that the sunflowers, turning toward the sun all day
and every day – who knows how, but they do it – were
more precious, more meaningful than gold?
Mary Oliver
and I’m wondering… what if
the very thing you believed in most,
that you knew in your heart all along
as the most intimate song
came and sat beside you?
Genju
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Beautiful – both of them! Once that intimate song sits beside you, even though you may get distracted and forget from time to time, it will never leave you.
Oh David, that is so comforting to read. Thank you! 🙂
Am deeply moved by all of this: Mary Oliver’s poem, Genju’s personal ending, and David’s comment… Stirs this heart, remembering what has been forgotten and gives it a reason to sing… Thank you for the wonderful heartwarmer this morning! Heart Hugs – C
ah, Mary Oliver, a Zen monk in disguise! She never fails to make my whole body sigh in relaxation and openness.
Thanks, as always for this perfect choice.
Hi…
I have a new women in Buddhism blog and I am wondering if you would add it to your list of links please.
It is: deglazingthedoughnut.blogspot.com
A Blog for Women who Practice Buddhism
Gassho – Kai
beautiful! thank you for this gorgeousness.