The Early Bird Still dark, and raining hard on a cold May morning and yet the early bird is out there chirping, chirping its sweet-sour wooden-pulley notes, pleased, it would seem, to be given work, hauling the heavy bucket of dawn up from the darkness, note over note, and letting us drink. ~ Ted Kooser …
Poetry
More Fragrant Now
the quiet scent of blossoms at dusk: growing more fragrant now * …
The Bright Silent Thousands
On The Hill Late At Night The ripe grassheads bend in the starlight in the soft wind, beneath them the darkness of the grass, fathomless, the long blades rising out of the well of time. Cars travel the valley roads below me, their lights finding the dark, and racing on. Above their roar is a silence I have suddenly heard, and felt the country turn under the stars toward dawn. I am …
White & Shining
Silence, unmoved and rising, Silence, unmoved and sheltering, Silence, unmoved and permanent, Silence, unmoved and brilliant, Silence, broad and immense like the Ganga, Silence, unmoved and increasing, Silence, white and shining like the Moon, Silence, the Essence of Śiva. ~ Civavakkiyar (trans. Kamil Zvelebil) * …
Light & Mirror
Krishna saw his own self — as the Infinite — In the throng of lovely gopis. They experienced in Krishna, O wonder, Their own self — but as the Absolute. And when, in play, he stole their veils, He wished to see himself in Truth's naked ray. Âtmâ and Mâyâ: light and mirror. God is Love and He loves His image. ~ Frithjof Schuon Playful Reflection In searching for an online version …
No Key
I can't tell my secrets. I have no key to that door. Something keeps me joyful, but I cannot say what. ~ Rumi, from Unseen Rain * Elizabeth comments: The bad news = no key. The good news = already "inside." The bad news = can't say what it is. The good news = don't need to :) . …