Four days ago
you resolved to begin
again;
and you did.
But so far today has been
difficult.
Don’t worry.
Here is a secret that may
help.
The trees do not know
that the new year has
begun.
Neither does the mountain.
The stones keep their own
deep time
The first of January means
little to the stars.
And even though the Moon
and Sun offer us the service of marking the days,
the months, the years; they
are not foolish enough to
count them.
So you see to begin or not
is your choice in every
moment.
The river will continue its
journey to the sea whether you plunge in or not.
For today perhaps it is
simply
necessary for you to sit
beside it a while
listening to its song of
presence,
just knowing it is always
ready for you
when you are ready to dive
in again.
Let the cosmos teach you.
Before and after are always
out of reach.
The calendar page is always
falling away.
But every moment bears
within it
the possibility of a new
year, of a new life,
of a new you.
For every moment arises
from Divine mind and heart, containing within
the breathing of the Dove,
the fiery heart,
the origin of all.
the very ordering of creation
the healing of all we find
broken,
lost or yearning within.
So hear the call of the
moment,
be open as the flower who,
not knowing nor asking
the time of her coming or
going,
breathes deep and
simply blooms.
