I’m always humbled by the way life appears when I think I’m in control. It’s then I always feel less than, as if I’m falling short, as if I’ve let things slip out of my hands. When I remember that I’m one small part in a very complex and numinous Whole, I may feel frustrated but I feel engaged in an ongoing process of aliveness that keeps demanding my cooperation. This set of feelings led to this small poem.
The Moon Hears My Confession
like a horse who knows the land
better than any rider.
I feel less than.
I find company.
A Question to Walk With: If you were alone on a clear night, what would you say to the moon? On a clear night, go out and be still under the stars until you feel the company of the Universe. Then go ahead and say it.