Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous
to be understood.
How grass can be nourishing in the
mouths of lambs...
How two hands touch and the bonds will
never be broken.
How people come, from delight or the
scars of damage,
to the comfort of a poem.
Let me keep my distance, always, from those
who think they have the answers.
Let me keep company always with those who say
"Look!" and laugh in astonishment,
and bow their heads.
Ah, my spiritual practice for the day...
Lower my self
What will you practice today so that you may live the questions?