Dawn as seen from my house, March 16, 2010
At the Society of Friends of the Buddha meeting last night, my pal Bruce shared that he had been struck by a poem that someone had given him some time ago. He had run across it as he was going through his piles of old papers and he was struck by its power. He said that reading this poem, for what he believed must have been the first time, he was filled with encouragement, that special feeling that it is possible to get unstuck, to live the life we would love to live.
When he got home, Bruce emailed it to me for sharing here on Mindful Heart.
With Bruce's blessings to everyone in our Sangha, and
with my wish that all my bloggy friends
will enjoy it too,
here you go.
A Morning Offering
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
Welcome 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,
Wave 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 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 to do at last what I came here for
And waste my heart on fear no more.