this is not about getting it right, figuring things out, or hitting a bull's-eye. this is not about an obsession with word choice or an exacting eye on grammatical correctness. this is not about pulling out all the stops with tricky literary devices. this is about looking at life one paragraph at time.
all poems and photographs
© by Maya Stein
all poems and photographs
© by Maya Stein
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Tuesday, February 03, 2009
let each gift take hold
Stop moving so fast, racing past street signs
like a runaway. Don't abandon your luggage
at the nearest depot. Unclench from the desire
to diminish, then disappear.
Come inside. Take off your shoes. Stay for dinner.
Here is a cup of tea, an oatmeal cookie, a novel.
Here is a fireplace, a pair of slippers, bed.
Here is the moon, and above that, the heavens.
Here is a good dream you might wake up from.
Here is everything you see, and everything you
can't quite. Now lift your head up,
with your hands if you have to,
and let each gift, singly and in its own time,
take hold.
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4 comments:
The other morning? When younger was crawling at a snails pace up the street, in one sandbank sliding down another I was all c'mon c'mon hurry hurry.
But I stopped myself, because really, what would it matter if she were late for school on a fresh snow morning.
yes, very beautiful.
what a fantastic invitation.
and offer to open our hands and receive such beauty
such love.
Wow, this is so well written. I seriously have a problem with going through life too fast. I'm 21 years old and drive like a grandma, just so I can see all the colors on the trees (not present anymore) and the beautiful flowers that are by the side of the road. Slowing down feels really nice when the world around you is spinning too fast.
Maya, this stopped me from my inside world of racing thougts, allergic to the fear mongers on the news, and made me listen to teh beat of my heart, the only really good news I need to hear. Thanks for the reminder!
Dianne J.
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