Find renewal daily in the ordinary. Reconcile with the risk of correction. Seek astonishment in the world and by that nectar be thriven. Cleverness yields no such nourishment.
Gion, Japan 2017
The span, it provokes as ever. Calls you onward, inward.
O presence and depth, unhesitant further.
Enthral the skin
Drench the mind in peace,
the soul in Ecstasy.
How long you have denied the mind it’s quiet and the skin it’s thrill. The gentle heart, enthralled and contained, the space to replevin and elate.
Your soul staggers? You know well it will not have peace at your compromise.
Write it. Cast the overflow of your grateful heart toward the white clouds, peaceable there over the mountains, might it carried be lovingly, like a Dandelions seed on the wind across a whispering field. How pleasant for them, upon whose shoulder might your words fall, wondering and in desert.
I could leave Earth and soar the open sky for the rest of my days. Hurl toward the brink untroubled, drifting home on a stream. I could circle the clouds for eternity, calm, free and satisfied. Pause to bathe in the cold suns magnificence, and drink the breeze of heavens sighs.
But I could not love you more.
It’s so quiet up here, and peaceful. How very little most of what I’ve been concerned with actually reaches me. How much I’ve taken for granted.