I would love to live like a river flows, carried by the surprise of its own unfolding

John O'Donohue

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Morning Musings

 

Some things you can rely on, like the ebb

and flow of water or the phases of

the Moon. Death and taxes, love

and lust, tears and longing.  Always the day

will follow night, bringing  joy or sadness

in its wake.  Beloved birds will gather

daily at each quiet calling of the dawn;

My eyes will be drawn to fields and

trees and the clouds that frame the mountain as

they scud across an ever-changing sky.

The kettle will sing upon the hob, my

dog will gaze at me, ever-trusting in

my faithfulness.  I shall drink honey-laden

tea, and enjoy a shot of sweetness

as another day begins.

 

 

Cait O'Connor

 

 

Wild Geese

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting –
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.


Mary Oliver


 

 

 

 

 

 

I think, that if I touched the earth,
it would crumble;
it is so sad and beautiful,
so tremulously like a dream.

Dylan Thomas









 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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