Everything Keeps Happening

I don’t want to miss all of life’s intricacies.

I want everything.  The pain, the sorrow, the happiness, the joy.  I accept it all.

But I’m continually having to slow myself down.  To notice.  Pay attention.  See.  Hear.  Hold.  Touch.

Especially now.  Always now.

Mary Oliver says it superbly in “Both Worlds.”  It’s my gift—or should I say hers?—for you on this wonderful day.

Forever busy, it seems,
with words,
I put the pen down

and crumple
most of the sheets
and leave one or two,
sometimes a few,

for the next morning.
Day after day—
year after year—
it has gone on this way,

I rise from the chair,
I put on my jacket
and leave the house
for that other world—

the first one,
the holy one—
where the trees say
nothing the toad says

nothing the dirt
says nothing and yet
what has always happened
keeps happening:

the trees flourish,
the toad leaps,
and out of the silent dirt
the blood-red roses rise.

Isn’t that the truth?  Wishing you everything—what we label the bad and the good—for without the whole kit-and-kaboodle, you cannot live life.

[Post image: Rose by FlorinN on stock.xchng]

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The quote I live by

Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language. Do not now look for the answers. They cannot now be given to you because you could not live them. It is a question of experiencing everything. At present you need to live the question. Perhaps you will gradually, without even noticing it, find yourself experiencing the answer, some distant day.
--Rainer Maria Rilke in Letters to a Young Poet

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