Posts Tagged ‘what is living this life’



When pregnant, it was clear

I was along for the ride with a miracle.

Sure, I could eat organic broccoli,

walk and eschew caffeine,

but that was just taking care

of the vessel. Life itself

was doing the real work.


Imagine my surprise today

to realize I’m still along for the ride.

How did I ever kid myself

that I was in charge?

And oh, the bliss today

to notice anew these hands,

these eyes, these feet!

What joy to see them again

as the miracle they are,

to offer them in service to life.

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The fool, with all his other faults, has this also, he is always getting ready to live.




Then let me be the other kind of fool,

the fool who lives too much,

the fool who jumps in

before the water is in the pool

and ends up running instead

of treading water,

the fool who loves wholly before

she is certain that her heart will not break.

Let me be the fool who wakes

at 5:30 to start the day in the generous dark

and goes to sleep after midnight

so as to play with all the shades of the day.

Let other fools be the infinite planners,

the perfection engineers, and let me

be the fool who leaves the house

in such enthusiasm to play

that I leave behind the things I think I need.

It is foolish, perhaps, to wish

to be a fool. Yes, just be. Just be.

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It was no wolf
in grandma’s kerchief
that tricked me,
but I thought
it was I who opened
every door, thinking
I knew what was
behind it. Now
I watch as doors
I never knew were there
open themselves,
come unhinged,
fall off.

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