White-eyes

In winter
all the singing is in
the tops of the trees
where the wind-bird

with its white eyes
shoves and pushes
among the branches.
Like any of us

he wants to go to sleep,
but he’s restless—
he has an idea,
and slowly it unfolds

from under his beating wings
as long as he stays awake.
But his big, round music, after all,
is too breathy to last.

So, it’s over.
In the pine-crown
he makes his nest,
he’s done all he can.

I don’t know the name of this bird,
I only imagine his glittering beak
tucked in a white wing
while the clouds—

which he has summoned
from the north—
which he has taught
to be mild, and silent—

thicken, and begin to fall
into the world below
like stars, or the feathers
of some unimaginable bird

that loves us,
that is asleep now, and silent—
that has turned itself
into snow.


Quote: Mary Oliver
Image: David Kanigan

thank you, Karl Duffy (Mindfulbalance)

Firefly of hope

a repost for the season…

Morning prayer

Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, savor you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow.

 


Quote: Mary Jean Irion
Image: Pinterest

Advent I- at the threshold of discovery

You have looked
at so many doors with longing, wondering if your life lay on the other side.

For today, choose the door that opens
to the inside.

Travel the most ancient way of all:
the path that leads you
to the center of your life.

No map
but the one
you make yourself.

No provision
but what you already carry and the grace that comes to those who walk
the pilgrim’s way.

Speak this blessing
as you set out
and watch how
your rhythm slows,
the cadence of the road drawing you into the pace that is your own.

Eat when hungry.
Rest when tired.
Listen to your dreaming. Welcome detours
as doors deeper in.

Pray for protection.
Ask for the guidance you need. Offer gladness
for the gifts that come
and then
let them go.

Do not expect
to return
by the same road. Home is always
by another way
and you will know it not by the light
that waits for you but by the star
that blazes inside you telling you
where you are
is holy
and you are welcome here.

Quote: Jan Richardson and Image: Pinterest

Silence

Silence can be a plan
rigorously executed
the blueprint to a life
It is a presence
it has a history a form
Do not confuse it
with any kind of absence
.

It was an old theme even for me:
Language cannot do everything.


Adrienne Rich, Cartographies of Silence, 3 and 7 [extracts]

 

thank you, Karl DuffMindfulBalance

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