Exactly where you are
I read a poem today that was like a birthday present to me1. So, in the order of gifts of the heart, I can do nothing but pass it along to you.
Do enjoy…
‘Singing Bowl’
by Malcolm Guite
Begin the song exactly where you are,
Remain within the world of which you’re made.
Call nothing common in the earth or air,
Accept it all and let it be for good.
Start with the very breath you breathe in now,
This moment’s pulse, this rhythm in your blood
And listen to it, ringing soft and low.
Stay with the music, words will come in time.
Slow down your breathing. Keep it deep and slow.
Become an open singing-bowl, whose chime
Is richness rising out of emptiness,
And timelessness resounding into time.
And when the heart is full of quietness
Begin the song exactly where you are.2
Yep... 45 circles around the sun today for yours truly. My, my how they fly.