Love says, ‘I am everything.’
Wisdom says, ‘I am nothing.’
Between these two my life flows.
–Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj
It is enough today
to walk. The road
is gravel. To the left,
dry fields. To the right,
dry grass and sage. Cottonwoods
line the wash. The time
was once when steeper
was better and faster
was the only way.
I was not happier then,
only faster. I still
throw my arms
up to the sky
and say here,
here I am, here I am.
My heart, seeing
the crow silhouetted
against the sun
still rises, nearly bursts
with strange joy.
Oh wings!
The old apple tree
beside the road
drops a misshapen apple
into my hand. Yellow
and tart, it is sweeter
than the bitterness of longing.
I eat it all.
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When life gives you misshapen, tart, yellow apples, reflect on the sweetness. This strikes me as wisdom, yet it’s definitely not “nothing.”
“I wasn’t happier then, just faster.” Oy, and missing so much that would have brought the happiness nearer.
“Who told us to wear running shoes at work?” -Terry Tempest Williams
I EAT IT ALL. Yes. Yes. Yes. I adore you.
You have quite a series of “was” but I like the short bursts of sentences, especially at the start, and that apple tree is better than the one in Eden!