- #4907 - Thursday, May 2, 2013 - Editor: Gloria Lee The Nonduality Highlights http://groups.yahoo.com/group/NDhighlights/ Standing Deer As the house of a personMessage 1 of 1 , May 3, 2013View Source#4907 - Thursday, May 2, 2013 - Editor: Gloria LeeThe Nonduality Highlights http://groups.yahoo.com/group/NDhighlights/
As the house of a person
in age sometimes grows cluttered
with what is
too loved or too heavy to part with,
the heart may grow cluttered.
And still the house will be emptied,
and still the heart.
As the thoughts of a person
in age sometimes grow sparer,
like a great cleanness come into a room,
the soul may grow sparer;
one sparrow song carves it completely.
And still the room is full,
and still the heart.
Empty and filled,
like the curling half-light of morning,
in which everything is still possible and so why not.
Filled and empty,
like the curling half-light of evening,
in which everything now is finished and so why not.
Beloved, what can be, what was,
will be taken from us.
I have disappointed.
I am sorry. I knew no better.
A root seeks water.
Tenderness only breaks open the earth.
This morning, out the window,
the deer stood like a blessing, then vanished.~ Jane Hirshfield ~(The Lives of the Heart)
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Five A.M. in the PinewoodsI'd seen
their hoofprints in the deep
needles and knew
they ended the long nightunder the pines, walking
like two mute
and beautiful women toward
the deeper woods, so Igot up in the dark and
went there. They came
slowly down the hill
and looked at me sitting underthe blue trees, shyly
closer and stared
from under their thick lashes and evennibbled some damp
tassels of weeds. This
is not a poem about a dream,
though it could be.This is a poem about the world
that is ours, or could be.
one of them I swear it! would have come to my arms.
But the other
stamped sharp hoof in the
pine needles likethe tap of sanity,
and they went off together through
the trees. When I woke
I was alone,I was thinking:
so this is how you swim inward,
so this is how you flow outward,
so this is how you pray.
~ Mary Oliver ~(House of Light)Web version: www.panhala.net/Archive/In_the_Pinewoods.html