Everywhere the Center (Beauty)

Posted on: May 4, 2009

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Monet's gardens

Monet’s gar­dens

Rain at night. Deep in the for­est. Rain drops from branch to branch like a song scale, like an exer­cise in pro­gres­sive melan­choly. You’re safe inside the for­est hut, a fire­place smol­der­ing, remem­ber­ing. Last embers of the day, a month, a year. The night is as deep as the for­est and your sleep is a tun­nel. The rain drops on your dreams like notes in con­cert with the rev­o­lu­tion of the earth. Peace in the val­ley, in the moun­tains, along the river bed, inside the pro­jec­tion of your story across the years.

Do you see beauty in this life, here, now? Do you think and feel and look for beauty around you? In the stars, in their con­nec­tions, in the con­trast between dark mat­ter and plan­ets, suns, novas? On the shore, with the ocean pound­ing the sand with a kind of love that means eter­nal con­nec­tions, end­less rhythms, the ebb and flow of grace and sacred moisture?…

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