I think I need a reminder of why I am doing this so I am re-reading the poem that inspired this year long project.. Because some days it is really hard to be open to finding that needle in the haystack. Not necessarily finding but being open to the possiblity.
Mindful –
Mindful –
Every Day I see and hear something that more or less kills
me with delight, that leaves me like a needle in the haystack of light. It is
what I was born for – to look, to listen, to lose myself inside this soft world
– to instruct myself over and over in joy, and acclamation. Nor am I talking
about the exceptional, the fearful, the dreadful, the very extravagant- but of
the ordinary, the common, the very drab, the daily presentations. Oh good
scholar, I say to myself, how can you help but grow wise with such teachings as
these- the untrimmable light of the world, the oceans shine, the prayers that
are made out of grass?
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