Friday, April 21, 2006

Suffering and Sustenance


Today, any suffering I create for myself


is an illusion


because it lives


astride the reality that Love is present


in and around me in the universe.


It is in every cell


of every


thing,


even in my breath.


I will know it


by


feel and smell and taste and whispers


in the wind.


It is rich, this love,


this spring,


this ceaseless miracle,


this bubbling well of sustenance.


Can I cup my hands


and offer


a drink?

3 comments:

RennyBA said...

You're words really hits me as an important and good reminder. Thanks for sharing you're thoughts brought to us in a wonderful poem!

AL said...

Hei Buddy!
This is a beautiful poem! Like Renny, I say... thanks for the reminder!

Buddy said...

Renny & Al:

Thanks so much for stopping by & for your kind words.

Peace to you both!

Spring is springing here in Yankee-land. My daffodils and Lombardy Poplar trees are sprouting leaves!