Thursday, December 30, 2010

Praise Wet Snow

The stark duality of everyday life sometimes drains my energy to the point of exhaustion. The ongoing vigil of staying present in the face of cold and warmth, disappointment and satisfaction, anger and equinimity, acceptance and rejection. Sometimes I'm so weary, yet still there is a joy and stillness deep in my core.  And so I "praise flow and change."

Denise Levertov had the idea in this poem:

Praise wet snow
falling early.
Praise the shadow
              my neighbor's chimney casts on the tile roof
even this gray October day that should, they say,
have been golden.
the invisible sun burning beyond
       the white cold sky,giving us
light and the chimney's shadow.
god or the gods, the unknown,
that which imagined us, which stays
our hand,
our murderous hand,
and gives us
in the shadow of death,
our daily life,
and the dream still
of goodwill, of peace on earth.
flow and change, night and
the pulse of day. 

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