Tonight I offer a little something to remind you of the beauty that is around every corner, if only we open our eyes to see it. Being in our human bodies is a gift beyond measure–something to truly treasure. We are not broken, rather amazingly whole and on our way to healing.
“Oh for the pleasure of living in a body. It may be, it may one day be this is a world haunted by happiness,” that we are haunted by happiness.
Who knows the mysteries of the poppies
when you look across the red fields,
or hear the sound of long thunder,
then the saving rain.
the solitude of the single body
or sometimes, too, when the body is kissed
on the lips or hands or eyelids tender.
Oh for the pleasure of living in a body.
It may be, it may one day be
this is a world haunted by happiness,
where people finally are loved
in the light of leaves,
the feel of bird wings passing by.
Here it might be that no one wants power.
They don’t want more.
And so they are in the forest,
or those small but grand.
And when you sleep, rapture, beauty,
may seek you out.
Listen. There is
sweet dreams you may never forget.
How worthy the being
in the human body. If,
when you are there, you see women
wading on the water
and clouds in the valley,
the smell of rain,
or a lotus blossom rises out of round green leaves,
remember there is always something
besides our own misery.
~ Linda Hogan ~
(Rounding the Human Corners)