the beautiful white heron
was floating along above the water
and then into the sky of this
the one world
we all belong to
sooner or later
is a part of everything else
which thought made me feel
for a little while
quite beautiful myself
It's easy to feel beautiful when the pileated wood pecker flashes by with enormous wings in pretentious hurry. Who cannot imagine feeling smashing with such a colorful red hat?
When a chimpanzees kills another chimpanzee, is he beautiful?
How about when a white heron spears a fish?
Is this not tragic for the fish?
How then do we hold both beauty and tragedy?
Answer: Silly, we hold always both in our heart, for we are of the same mix as they - beautiful, and harmful.
Request: Remember that we all are a poem of the one world. Breathe in beauty, but also breathe in suffering and tragedy. Then breathe out less harm.