Love this poem and it’s invitation to fall in love with everything around us. This practice of love and gratitude lifts our vibration and thus the vibration of the planet. It keeps us open to the beauty and grace that is all around us. It opens our perception to the abundance and prosperity that lies beyond our bank accounts and wallet. And it connects us in oneness which is our truth.
This morning as I walked along the lakeshore,
I fell in love with a wren
and later in the day with a mouse
the cat had dropped under the dining room table.
In the shadows of an autumn evening,
I fell for a seamstress
still at her machine in the tailor’s window,
and later for a bowl of broth,
steam rising like smoke from a naval battle.
This is the best kind of love, I thought,
without recompense, without gifts,
or unkind words, without suspicion,
or silence on the telephone.
The love of the chestnut,
the jazz cap and one hand on the wheel.
No lust, no slam of the door—
the love of the miniature orange tree,
the clean white shirt, the hot evening shower,
the highway that cuts across Florida.
No waiting, no huffiness, or rancor—
just a twinge every now and then
for the wren who…
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