OK, we are sitting down this morning,
To be quiet and listen to the world.
The windows and doors are open,
and we hear the local woodpecker going rat-a-tat in the woods.
We hear the drone of the neighbor’s lawnmower.
And the kitchen clock ticking.
The scent of a Peonie on the kitchen table
Reaches us from across the room.
We feel the wonderful, gentle, thump-thump of the heart.
And what else?
Inwardly, quietly,
Is there a question there?
A wondering?
Who am I?
Who hears and sees and feels it all?
Can we just be with it,
Without having to know anything?
Without expecting anything?
This is the art of not knowing,
Of allowing life to be as it is.
It may not seem like much
But it is a doorway to the healing of the world.
