We live, we love, and we let go. Again and again. These verses reflect our weekly class explorations of mindfulness, equanimity and compassion. [Photo: Nancy Beckerman]
Wind On A Hill (A.A. Milne) No one can tell me, Nobody knows, Where the wind comes from, Where the wind goes. It’s flying from somewhere As fast as it can, I couldn’t keep up with it, Not if I ran. But if I stopped holding The string of my kite, It would blow with the wind For a day and a night. And then when I found it, Wherever it blew, I should know that the wind Had been going there too. So then I could tell them Where the wind goes . . . But where the wind comes from Nobody knows.
At Blackwater Pond (Mary Oliver) At Blackwater Pond the tossed waters have settled after a night of rain. I dip my cupped hands. I drink a long time. It tastes like stone, leaves, fire. It falls cold into my body, waking the bones. I hear them deep inside me, whispering oh what is that beautiful thing that just happened?
Timeless (Nalini) Now It is time To give yourself up. Surrender, Abandon all struggle, Thoughts, worries and hopes. Now It is time To be Silent. Be as heavy and still As the highest mountain. Be as light and serene As the delicate flower. Now It is time To listen. Listen in pure silence As if trying to hear the voice of the sun Rising at dawn. Listen to the one who hears And rest in this Timeless equanimity.