All will come again into its strength:
the fields undivided, the waters undammed,
the trees towering and the walls built low.
And in the valleys, people as strong and varied as the land.
And no churches where God
is imprisoned and lamented
like a trapped and wounded animal.
The houses welcoming all who knock
and a sense of boundless offering
in all relations, and in you and me.
No yearning for an afterlife, no looking beyond,
no belittling of death,
but only longing for what belongs to us
and serving earth, lest we remain unused.
Translated by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy
“Some of his poems are as if he’s consoling God for what’s happened to his creation”
What a kindness she showers upon me, not letting me skip any steps, or leave not even one stone unturned.
Many on the spiritual path rightfully long for a sudden point in time when a shift happens
Sea Stars is the musical collaboration of Kurt Baumann and Katie Gray.
Where do you see a window you can open for a subtle sacrament to slip into your day?
to fashion universes out of emptiness
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