You are a stranger in the stream
who walked away from a mountain trail
looking for a waterfall
a translation of the inevitable
modest steps lost in the tributaries
understanding that we are the ones
who are often distracted.
Let deer roam your mind
forest of imagination
when its head dips in the stream
let your heart be surprised
learn “to love things
as no one thought to love them”
you will arrive without knowing,
a raindrop surrendering to the sea,
the immensity of the unsayable.
note: In January I’ll be taking an eCourse:Beauty, Form and Function: An Exploration of Symmetry.
If Only for Once
If only for once it were still.
If the not quite right and the why is
could be muted, and the neighbor’s laughter,
and the static my senses make—
if all of it didn’t keep me from coming awake—
Then in one vast thousandfold thought
I could think you up to where thinking ends.
I could possess you,
even for the brevity of a smile,
to offer you
to all that lives,
note: from the Book of Hours by Rainer Maria Rilke, translated by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy
Rilke’s is one of my favorite poets.
“When a man finds a place he loves, he can endure the unspeakable….No matter where life takes you the place where you stand at any moment is a holy ground. Love hard and love wide and love long, and you will find the goodness in it.”-
note:excerpts from Lisette’s List by Susan Vreeland
Last night the rain fell
and still falling, heavy and diligent.
The river embraced the visiting friend
celebrating with the coming tide.
O, the colorful umbrellas and scarves
I will not be able to send photos
my class is on black and white photography.
But you have your white mountain
so white and full of thrills.
Remember our plans for spring.
“What is the connection between Faith and Humility-for here they are linked very close, in so close a union they are actually identified? You can not believe because you seek glory from one another.”-Thomas Merton
note: Books I’m reading: Entering the Silence, The Journals of Thomas Merton, Volume Two & The Transit of Venus by Shirley Hazzard. And a new book: Lisette’s List by Susan Vreeland.
I finished reading: The Archivist by Martha Cooley and All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr. Both are enjoyable readings.
“What’s the nature of the unseen?” asks a scientist.
“Émerveillement,” she says,
“my gift to you.”