A Blessing for the New Day

I am
awake!
And the sun
is rising!

Behind
heavy clouds,
and then back
into open, blue sky –
the sun is always
moving, like me
because it is living
like me.

The sun
has not always risen,
and one day
like me
it will die.

There was a time
when both of our matter
was constellated
in other forms
and beings;
and one day
our matter
will rearrange
yet again:

the sun
will become
a red giant
next,
and I
will become
indistinguishable
from the Earth,
the food
of life
to come,
the completion
of the circle
of time
for another
turning.

But today,
I am me –
and I am
awake!
And the sun
is rising!

May I be
intentional
with the gift
of this day.

May gratitude
guide my words
and actions.

May the expansion
of Love
be
my legacy.

And may I inhabit
the strengths
of this body,
this being,
this form,
that I may relish
and use them well
while I
am here.

 

Locating Love in Chaos and Carnage

 

I.
A hate crime:
Two people murdered
for being Black
here in Louisville, Kentucky
where I live.

Another hate crime:
Three days later,
eleven people murdered
for being Jewish
in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.

The president tweets:
More guns,
everywhere!
More guns
in churches and schools!
More guns
is what we need!

II.
I unroll
my yoga mat
on the living room floor
before my wife or daughter
are awake.

I need to find my breath;
I need to find my body.

I need help
to let the rage
fall from my eyes
so that I can see
this present moment,
to relocate Love
where it lies
discarded
on the floor
amidst the carnage.

I must
center Love
in my heart,
that Love may be
the vantage point
from which I look on
the world
in all her disfigurement
and sadness
and pain.

I focus my gaze
out the front window
as I sit
on my mat,
in stillness:

The songbirds
gather seed,
attentive only
to the cool air,
the colors
of the leaves and sky,
which tell them
Autumn is here
and nourishment
is the task
of today.