Life offers us brief glimpses into the compassionate nature of silent strangers…those who pick up lost mittens, shoes, teddy bears, etc. and place them on benches, fences, swing sets. May you be touched with the blessings of gratitude.
My abode is
in winter seclusion
on this white mountain in Echigo.
No trace of humans
coming or going.
Sky Above, Great Wind
The path to paradise
is paved with bright
Japanese Death Poems
I had to Walk Through the Solar Systems,
before I found the first thread of my red dress.
Already, I sense myself.
Somewhere in space hangs my heart,
sparks fly from it, shaking the air,
to other reckless hearts.
(“My self-confidence depends on the fact that I have discovered my dimensions:
It does not become me to make myself less than I am.”)
~Edith Sodergran (1892-1923)
Women in Praise of the Sacred
Ed: Jane Hirshfield