be crumbled

Queen Anne’s Lace in the mountains.

Very little grows on jagged rock.
Be ground. Be crumbled,
so wildflowers will come up
where you are.

You have been stony for too many years.
Try something different. Surrender.

~ Rumi

The nature of nature

Spring ephemerals.

There is no more liberating feeling, or better way of deciding one’s priorities in life, than to acknowledge one’s objective insignificance within the immensity of the universe. Change is the nature of nature. Things come and go: species, ideologies, regimes, geographies, planets, and galaxies. Do what you can with what you can but never lose track of the gifts available to you within the blink of conscious existence you get. You cannot save a life; you cannot save a country; you cannot save a place; and you cannot save a planet. You can make life better, more satisfying, and more meaningful for yourself and others. Take a deep breath; appreciate what you have; help those you can; and trust that on the scale of nature, things unfold as they should.

~ Guy Tal, More Than a Rock

equinox

a path in the meadow
a path through the meadow

Autumn equinox is the time to reflect upon life. If we have enjoyed a bountiful harvest, we express our thanks. If the year has been difficult so far, then we are happy for what we do have and resolve to do better once the chance comes. The appreciation of life does not require wealth or plenty. It requires only gratitude for the beauty of the world.

~Deng Ming-Dao, 365 Tao: Daily Meditations

this day

gold and green
gold and green

Let the vow of this day keep itself wildly and wholly
Spoken and silent, surprise you inside your ears
Sleeping and waking, unfold itself inside your eyes
Let its fierceness and tenderness hold you
Let its vastness be undisguised in all your days.

~ Jane Hirshfield

autumn approaches

meadow light
meadow light

Autumn begins with a subtle change in the light, with skies a deeper blue, and nights that become suddenly clear and chilled. ┬áThe season comes full with the first frost, the disappearance of migrant birds, and the harvesting of the season’s last crops.

~ Glenn Wolff and Jerry Dennis