Hudson River Park
New York City
Evening
Again I resume the long
lesson: how small a thing
can be pleasing, how little
in this hard world it takes
to satisfy the mind
and bring it to its rest.
With the ongoing havoc
the woods this morning is
almost unnaturally still.
Through stalled air, unshadowed
light, a few leaves fall
of their own weight.
The sky
is gray. It begins in mist
almost at the ground
and rises forever. The trees
rise in silence almost
natural, but not quite,
almost eternal, but
not quite.
What more did I
think I wanted? Here is
what has always been.
Here is what will always
be. Even in me,
the Maker of all this
returns in rest, even
to the slightest of His works,
a yellow leaf slowly
falling, and is pleased.
Wendell Berry
Sabbaths 1999, VII
~*~
Afterglow over the River
lesson: how small a thing
can be pleasing, how little
in this hard world it takes
to satisfy the mind
and bring it to its rest.
With the ongoing havoc
the woods this morning is
almost unnaturally still.
Through stalled air, unshadowed
light, a few leaves fall
of their own weight.
The sky
is gray. It begins in mist
almost at the ground
and rises forever. The trees
rise in silence almost
natural, but not quite,
almost eternal, but
not quite.
What more did I
think I wanted? Here is
what has always been.
Here is what will always
be. Even in me,
the Maker of all this
returns in rest, even
to the slightest of His works,
a yellow leaf slowly
falling, and is pleased.
Wendell Berry
Sabbaths 1999, VII
~*~
Afterglow over the River
Illuminated
Where the Cicadas Sing
Moon over Samadhi
Samadhi
Doodle
"What if..."
LINKS
The Hudson River
History
River Keeper
Samadhi the Yacht
Samadhi in Buddhism
2 comments:
Oh, thank you for Wendell Berry ... a perfect meditation on this Hill Country morn
with strains of Louis Armstrong singing through the mists of time
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