Ode to Enchanted Light
Under the trees light
has dropped from the top of the sky,
light
like a green
latticework of branches,
shining
on every leaf,
drifting down like clean
white sand.
A cicada sends
its sawing song
high into the empty air.
The world is
a glass overflowing
with water.
– Pablo Neruda –
Translated from the Spanish by Ken Krabbenhoft
Photo from Education online magazine
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Where Breathing Is Prayer
Sit and be still
until in the time
of no rain you hear
beneath the dry wind’s
commotion in the trees
the sound of flowing
water among the rocks,
a stream unheard before,
and you are where
breathing is prayer.
– Wendell Berry –
From Sabbaths 2001, Sabbaths VI
Photo from Appalachia Bare online magazine
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