“We don’t need to change it. We need to say ‘yes’ to what is.” ~ Nicholas Janni
“Enter the mystery and grace of the present moment.” ~ Zalman Schachter-Shalomi, From Age-ing to Sage-ing
This fly zings past my ear to binoculars
then sunglasses so I must ask:
what is in front of me,
how do I see,
can I witness
from not-knowing? Too often
I miss the subtle responses
to my questions, because I am utterly
distracted by my own beliefs.
I am so tempted to swat
this pesky bug. I don’t have time
for this. And yet, I have learned
that when I ignore the tiny clues,
they grow larger, more demanding,
even ominous. So this insignificant insect
crawling straight across the thin
blue line of the napkin is a signal
to wake up, receive this
message personally tailored
by the responsive universe who listened
to me praying just half an hour ago.
Can I perceive this
differently? Is there a fresh way
to be right now? The fly stills
and what I had perceived as
cacophony emerges in a non-compete
composition: the rhythm of the drumlike
tymbals vibrating from cicadas.
The goldfinches’ liquid twittering
and the distant hawk’s kree.
Large truck lumbers by,
windchimes select “A” and “G”.
Poplar leaves rustle
the cool breeze on my skin.
Last night’s rain lingering in the
pleasant petrichor and the subtle
perfume of the Asiatic lilies next door.
Chittering, whistling from the bushes.
The shivering and waving ferns.
I am rooted in this earth, my dark heart
rich and jewel-like as I open the space
to be with you now, witnessing
all that has not been felt.
Here, finally, to fully face this moment.