"The Little Prince" by Antoine de Saint-Exupery is one of my favorite books. From it comes the famous lines, "But the eyes are blind. One must look with the heart..."
I offer my morning flow poem for today.
no images today
can that be so -
a blank plain appears,
cuts across my scope -
I color it in with blue and green,
draw a black hat crawling to meet
the knowing of The Little Prince,
who I particularly want to meet this morning,
as a way of seeing my own little planet,
through his love of his -
I was feeling flat,
flattened by the pain of one I love -
I try and lift now, inflate, expand,
to honor one sheep, all sheep,
each individual in my field.
Can we each lift a hoof,
and place it, nibble the grass,
and watch it pour out,
as we observe our turning
under the microscope
of sky -
size of our lives, problems,
suffering - do we minimize
or magnify, or sit absorbed
in how to spread the details
like an archaeological dig
balanced in the now -
one flower lives on a plant in the grass;
another refreshes in a bowl of glass.
Dried petals and seeds
are examined, and plucked,
and some seeds from the past
are planted and grow to light, and bloom,
Is that why holiday lights are strung
to remind us of all the years begun
and gathered at one time to cheer
and light the pain
igniting the joy -
The balancing points the year.
The star sits atop the tree.
Points reach out to beam.
We each are seen in the glow of the top,
as roots lean in, and out,
supporting the pulse of the year,
and love is everywhere, everyone, everything.
Don’t beat yourself up. Look up and see your star,
and how you beam.
Tie those beams together and stream ribbons;
May-pole the December light.