With gratitude and many good wishes to all on this High Holy Day!
SOJOURNS IN THE PARALLEL WORLD
We live our lives of human passions,
cruelties, dreams, concepts,
crimes and the exercise of virtue
in and beside a world devoid
of our preoccupations, free
from apprehension—though affected,
certainly, by our actions.
A world parallel to our own though overlapping.
We call it “Nature”; only reluctantly
admitting ourselves to be “Nature” too.
Whenever we lose track of our own obsessions,
our self-concerns, because we drift for a minute,
an hour even, of pure (almost pure)
response to that insouciant life:
cloud, bird, fox, the flow of light, the dancing
pilgrimage of water, vast stillness
of spellbound ephemerae on a lit windowpane,
animal voices, mineral hum,
wind conversing with rain,
ocean with rock, stuttering of fire to coal
—then something tethered in us,
hobbled like a donkey on its patch
of gnawed grass and thistles, breaks free.
No one discovers
just where we’ve been,
when we’re caught up again
into our own sphere
(where we must return, indeed,
to evolve our destinies)
—but we have changed, a little.
Denise Levertov
I woke early, on this longest day:
the light rose among
the green conversation
of trees, a fading star, exultant starlings,
two grey squirrels
performing their morning ritual
greeting the only God
they know,
the Sun
Lauren Raine
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