This week, a little mid-summer poem written near a lake in rural Wisconsin. What does it bring up for you?
I thought there were less lotus flowers this year,
but then realized that I had forgotten to look for them.
How much of my life is like that—
grieving a thing that was there the whole time
if only I’d laid eyes on it?
The trees are reflected in the water
even at night
and I want to know all of their names.
“Night Moves” fills the beach and I think of my brother
learning the language of our ancestors
using an app on his phone.
What a strange world we live in,
where everything is at your fingertips
and nothing under your feet.
Even one single firework would have been enough.
There are so many good things
that we have too much of
and so many broken things we tolerate,
leave unrepaired and unspoken,
for fear of the
foreign sensation of wholeness.
It is utterly bewildering to think
of how healed we could be
how tender
how astonished.
The heron flies over all of us and
I’m relieved I notice it’s flight.
This echos what popped for me at my last Sunday Sangha, the phrase "water column of awareness". When we're dialed in to awareness, life is so rich. When we're distracted, ungrounded, just slogging through life, we miss so much.
𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶! 𝘐𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘴-'𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.' 𝘱𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘖𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵...