The Peace of Wild Things
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,
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.
--Wendell Berry
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In the quiet, majestic beauty of the natural world rests the silent wisdom of the ages.
Those gifted with ears to hear, understand the sweet sounds the silence makes.
For the silent wisdom, present in each and everyone who seeks it, lies hidden until uncovered by the searching mind.
For a time...
Letting be in the flow of the ever present nowness.
Neither grasping at or clinging to, nor acting to avoid,
allows for a pristine presence of rigpa to be ever present...
for a longer time.
Wisdom.
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