I
bless the night that nourished my heart
To
set the ghosts of longing free
Into
the flow and figure of dream
That
went to harvest from the dark
Bread
for the hunger no one sees.
All
that is eternal in me
Welcomes
the wonder of this day.
The
field of brightness it creates
Offering
time for each thing
To
arise and illuminate.
I
place on the altar of dawn:
The
quiet loyalty of breath.
The
tent of thought where I shelter.
Waves
of desire I am shore to,
And
all beauty drawn to the eye.
May
my mind come alive today
To
the invisible geography
That
invites me to new frontiers,
To
break the dead shell of yesterdays,
To
risk being disturbed and changed.
May
I have the courage today
To
live the life that I would love.
To
postpone my dream no longer
But
do at last what I came here for.
And
waste my heart on fear no more.
"Beauty isn’t all about just nice loveliness, like. Beauty is about more rounded, substantial becoming. So I think beauty, in that sense, is about an emerging fullness, a greater sense of grace and elegance, a deeper sense of depth, and also a kind of homecoming for the enriched memory of your unfolding life." John O'Donohue
interview with John O'Donohue
on the Landscape of Inner Beauty with Krista Tippett of On Being:
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