Saturday, January 24, 2009

"Yes, We Can Talk" by Mark Nepo

Having loved enough and lost enough,
I am no longer searching,
just opening.

No longer trying to make sense of pain,
but trying to be a soft and sturdy home
in which real things can land.

These are the irritations that rub into a pearl

So we can talk awhile
but then we must listen,
the way rocks listen tot he sea

And we can churn at all that goes wrong
but then we must lay all distractions down,
and water every living seed.

And yes, on nights like tonight
I too feel alone. but seldom do I
face it squarely enough
to see that it is a door
into the endless breath
that has no breather
into the surf that human shells
call god.

-By Mark Nepo

1 comment:

  1. Mark's eloquence actually reaches into another dimension for me, that of non-doing, almost non-thinking where true beauty and peace lie. He is at once vulnerable and transcendent.
    This most delicate expression truly feeds the soul.
    Geoff H.