Reflections

still morning

cool air

water reflecting sky

another day, sorting out life

dealing with the mass of humanity

everyone has a story

everyone has pain

 

I am sky

the other is water

I look at him and see myself

I feel what she feels

for just that moment,until

ego takes over, like the ripples in the water

and I forget

the pain of humanity is my pain

the joy of the universe is my joy

 

another morning

I see the reflection

and remember

reflection

 

The Peace of Wild Things

A poem by Wendell Berry

When despair for the world grows in me

and I wake in the night at the least sound

in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,

I go and lie down where the wood drake

rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.

I come into the peace of wild things

who do not tax their lives with forethought

of grief. I come into the presence of still water.

and I  feel above me the day-blind stars

waiting with their light. for a time

I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.