I met two beautiful souls at the artisan’s fair this weekend who told me that they would like to write poems but they have no time- they are simply too busy and working too hard. I confessed to sometimes using this excuse myself.
Here is an invitation:
Basho, the 17th century Japanese poet, said, “Real poetry is to live a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.”
If we are not writing poems, are we living, at least, a beautiful life? Or is the mind too occupied with struggle and striving? What are we struggling and striving toward? Is it a day when we might finally relax, breathe, look around at what is beautiful, and write a few words of gratitude and praise? Let’s do that now.
In the morning, tell yourself, “I am living a life which is now abundant with moments in which I may relax, breathe, see the beautiful, give thanks and praise- every day. It is so. This is my life.”
At first, small moments will reveal themselves – like little flashes of light, or a bird’s song rising suddenly nearby. Then you will begin to sense that these moments may widen into longer pockets of time. Eventually there will be days of beauty, gratitude, praise…maybe even a poem or two will come. Nothing much has changed, except you have tuned your attention. You are noticing a little more, receiving life into your life.
Joseph Campbell taught, “Eternity is a dimension of the here and now.” You begin to notice that Eternity has been revealing itself all along. Now you are remembering that you are in it- breathing it, admiring, enjoying. Life itself is the poem.Living in Love, Poetry, Tending Joy, Writing as Sacred Practice |