Salvation

  

     

        why not just give you everything I've got?  

        it isn't much

        it isn't fake

        there's something to it

        the time has come

        rabbit senses hawk's eye

        not a twitch now

        not a breath

        this is another place

        the shadow of the valley

     
        no use thrashing here

        no mercy for the show of tears
        the girlish smiles
        the clever remarks

        the time has come

        for this frantic soul

        to hold perfectly still

Math = Life?

"It's empty, but it's complicated," says Arthur. 

Ritual

OUR WHOLE LIFE COULD BE A RITUAL

We could learn to stop when the sun goes down and when the sun comes up. We could learn to listen to the wind; we could learn to notice that it’s raining or snowing or hailing or calm. We could reconnect with the weather that is ourselves, and we could realize that it’s sad. The sadder it is, and the vaster it is, the more our heart opens. We can stop thinking that good practice is when it’s smooth and calm, and bad practice is when it’s rough and dark. If we can hold it all in our hearts, then we can make a proper cup of tea. 

--- Pema Chodron

... or a proper crossword puzzle ...

... or a proper omelet ... 

... or a proper bill payment ... 

... or a proper declaration of love ...   

Jordan

    

     braving the river

     you show me where it’s coldest

     Lord, I can’t stand still

     here it is coldest

     hold your breath as you hold mine

     yes, our hearts might break

     please teach me this too

     lost, found, loved, ill-fated you

     Lord, I can’t stand still