Be Present

To the Moon

Art thou pale for weariness

Of climbing Heaven, and gazing on the earth,

Wandering companionless

Among the stars that have a different birth,–

And ever changing, like a joyless eye

That finds no object worth its constancy?

 

– Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792 – 1822)

Climbing, climbing, always wanting more, or something just beyond reach… living for the future… believing in “if only”… not stopping to breathe and see and touch and understand that everything in this moment is perfect and as it should be…

 

Sunrise

 

You can

die for it-

an idea,

or the world. People

have done so,

brilliantly,

letting

their small bodies be bound

to the stake,

creating

an unforgettable

fury of light. But

this morning,

climbing the familiar hills

in the familiar

fabric of dawn, I thought

of China,

and India

and Europe, and I thought

how the sun

blazes

for everyone just

so joyfully

as it rises

under the lashes

of my own eyes, and I thought

I am so many!

What is my name?

What is the name

of the deep breath I would take

over and over

for all of us? Call it

whatever you want, it is

happiness, it is another one

of the ways to enter

fire.

– Mary Oliver (1935 – )