“We must not wish for the disappearance of our troubles but for the grace to transform them.”― Simone Weil
When Your Life Looks Back
When your life looks back–
As it will, at itself, at you–what will it say?
Inch of colored ribbon cut from the spool.
Flame curl, blue-consuming the log it flares from.
Bay leaf. Oak leaf. Cricket. One among many.
Your life will carry you as it did always,
With ten fingers and both palms,
With horizontal ribs and upright spine,
With its filling and emptying heart,
That wanted only your own heart, emptying, filled, in return.
You gave it. What else could do?
Immersed in air or in water.
Immersed in hunger or anger.
Curious even when bored.
Longing even when running away.
“What will happen next?”–
the question hinged in your knees, your ankles,
in the in-breaths even of weeping.
Strongest of magnets, the future impartial drew you in.
Whatever direction you turned toward was face to face.
No back of the world existed,
No unseen corner, no test. No other earth to prepare for.
This, your life had said, its only pronoun.
Here, your life had said, its only house.
Let, your life had said, its only order.
And did you have a choice in this? You did–
Sleeping and waking,
the horses around you, the mountains around you,
The buildings with their tall, hydraulic shafts.
Those of your own kind around you–
A few times, you stood on your head.
A few times, you chose not to be frightened.
A few times, you held another beyond any measure.
A few times, you found yourself held beyond any measure.
Mortal, your life will say,
As if tasting something delicious, as if in envy.
Your immortal life will say this, as it is leaving.”
― Jane Hirshfield, Come, Thief
Each will account for one’s own life.
Not others, our own.
Today is part of the math.
The adding up.
So, putting living off to “when and then” seems futile, frivolous.
To stand on your head.
To walk through, past fear.
To hold and be held beyond measure.
More than a few times, please.
The daily work of love, full presence and participation.
Awake and aware.
Tasting and savoring this delicious day.
With wonder, awe, gratitude, joy, laughter, play.
This day.
Get on with it.
This is life.
Beautiful, messy, complicated, simple, detours, delays, unexpected twists and turns.
Delight in this day.
Blooming in today.
Then, what will your life say?
Make something to talk about.
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