{"product_id":"to-bless-the-space-between-us-isbn-9780385522274","title":"To Bless the Space Between Us","description":"\u003cb\u003eA beautiful collection of blessings to support you through both the ordinary and extraordinary events of life, from the author of the bestselling \u003ci\u003eAnam Cara\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e“John O’Donohue is a man of the soul.”—\u003ci\u003eTimes \u003c\/i\u003e(London)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eTo Bless the Space Between Us\u003c\/i\u003e is a compelling blend of elegant, poetic language and spiritual insight to offer readers comfort and encouragement on their journeys through life. John O’Donohue, Irish teacher and poet, looks at life’s thresholds—getting married, having children, starting a new job—and offers invaluable guidelines for making the transition from a known, familiar world into a new, unmapped territory.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eMost profoundly, however, O’Donohue explains “blessings” as a way of life, a lens through which the whole world is transformed. He awakens readers to timeless truths and shows the power they have to answer contemporary dilemmas and ease us through periods of change.\u003cu\u003ePraise for John O’Donohue\u003c\/u\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“John O’Donohue is a man of the soul. His scholarly meditation on the continuing relevance of Ireland’s spiritual heritage has become a publishing phenomenon.…” \u003cbr\u003e—\u003ci\u003eLondon Times\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cu\u003eAnam Cara\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/u\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A lively spiritual companion to all Celts—or to those who are Celtic in their hearts.”\u003cbr\u003e—\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e (starred review)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Anam Cara is a radiant source of wisdom, a link between the human and the divine. This work is a blessed, rare gem.”\u003cbr\u003e—Larry Dossey, M.D., author of \u003ci\u003eBe Careful What You Pray For\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eHealing Words\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“This beautifully written book proves that tireless wisdom can bring an amazing understanding about ourselves and the world around us even today.”\u003cbr\u003e—Dannion Brinkley author of \u003ci\u003eSaved by the Light\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eAt\u003c\/i\u003e \u003ci\u003ePeace in the Light\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cu\u003e\u003ci\u003eEternal Echoes\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/u\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“O’Donohue has produced a treasury for readers of all faiths. A demanding, high-wire existentialist adventure that will inspire readers to re-evaluate their goals and ways of being in the world. O’Donohue ends each chapter with a lyrical blessing or prayer, and his book itself is a profound, healing prayer.” \u003cbr\u003e—\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003eJohn O’Donohue\u003c\/b\u003e was the author of several books, including \u003ci\u003eBeauty\u003c\/i\u003e and the international bestsellers \u003ci\u003eAnam Cara \u003c\/i\u003eand \u003ci\u003eEternal Echoes,\u003c\/i\u003e as well as two collections of poetry, \u003ci\u003eEchoes of Memory\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eConamara Blues.\u003c\/i\u003e He lived in Ireland and frequently traveled to the United States to give lectures and conduct workshops. John O’Donohue died in 2008.\u003cp\u003e1    Beginnings\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThere are days when Conamara is wreathed in blue Tuscan light. The mountains seem to waver as though they were huge dark ships on a distant voyage. I love to climb up into the silence of these vast autonomous structures. What seems like a pinnacled summit from beneath becomes a level plateau when you arrive there. Born in a red explosion of ascending fire, the granite lies cold, barely marked by the millions of years of rain and wind. On this primeval ground I feel I have entered into a pristine permanence, a continuity here that knew the wind hundreds of millions of years before a human face ever felt it. \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhen we arrive into the world, we enter this ancient sequence. All our beginnings happen within this continuity. Beginnings often frighten us because they seem like lonely voyages into the unknown. Yet, in truth, no beginning is empty or isolated. We seem to think that beginning is setting out from a lonely point along some line of direction into the unknown. This is not the case. Shelter and energy come alive when a beginning is embraced. Goethe says that once the commitment is made, destiny conspires with us to support and realize it. We are never as alone in our beginnings as it might seem at the time. A beginning is ultimately an invitation to open toward the gifts and growth that are stored up for us. To refuse to begin can be an act of great self-neglect. \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ePerhaps beginnings make us anxious because we did not begin ourselves. Others began us. Being conceived and born, we eventually enter upon ourselves already begun, already there. Instinctively we grasp onto and continue within the continuity in which we find ourselves. Indeed, our very life here depends directly on continuous acts of beginning. But these beginnings are out of our hands; they decide themselves. This is true of our breathing and our heartbeat. Beginning precedes us, creates us, and constantly takes us to new levels and places and people. There is nothing to fear in the act of beginning. More often than not it knows the journey ahead better than we ever could. Perhaps the art of harvesting the secret riches of our lives is best achieved when we place profound trust in the act of beginning. Risk might be our greatest ally. To live a truly creative life, we always need to cast a critical look at where we presently are, attempting always to discern where we have become stagnant and where new beginning might be ripening. There can be no growth if we do not remain open and vulnerable to what is new and different. I have never seen anyone take a risk for growth that was not rewarded a thousand times over. \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThere is a certain innocence about beginning, with its excitement and promise of something new. But this will emerge only through undertaking some voyage into the unknown. And no one can foretell what the unknown might yield. There are journeys we have begun that have brought us great inner riches and refinement; but we had to travel through dark valleys of difficulty and suffering. Had we known at the beginning what the journey would demand of us, we might never have set out. Yet the rewards and gifts became vital to who we are. Through the innocence of beginning we are often seduced into growth.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSometimes the greatest challenge is to actually begin; there is something deep in us that conspires with what wants to remain within safe boundaries and stay the same. Years ago my neighbor here set out to build his new home. He had just stripped the sod off the field to begin digging out the foundation when an old man from the village happened to come by. He blessed the work and said, \"You have the worst of it behind you now.\" My neighbor laughed and said, \"But I have only just begun.\" The old man said, \"That's what I mean. You have begun; and to make a real beginning is the most difficult act.\" There is an old Irish proverb that says, \"Tus maith leath na hoibre.\" \"A good beginning is half the work.\"  There seems to be a wisdom here, when one considers all the considerations, hesitation, and uncertainty that can claim our hearts for such a long time before the actual act of beginning happens. Sometimes a period of preparation is necessary, where the idea of the beginning can gestate and refine itself; yet quite often we unnecessarily postpone and equivocate when we should simply take the risk and leap into a new beginning. \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe Greeks believed that time had secret structure. There was the moment of Epiphany when time suddenly opened and something was revealed in luminous clarity. There was the moment of krisis when time got entangled and directions became confused and contradictory. There was also the moment of kairos; this was the propitious moment. Time opened up in kindness and promise. All the energies cohered to offer a fecund occasion of initiative, creativity, and promise. Part of the art of living wisely is to learn to recognize and attend to such profound openings in one's life. In the letters between Boris Pasternak and Olga Ivinskaya there is the beautiful recognition: \"When a great moment knocks on the door of your life, its sound is often no louder than the beating of your heart and it is very easy to miss it.\" To live a conscious life, we need to constantly refine our listening.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe Jewish tradition believed that time had its own psychic seasons. In the book of Ecclesiastes there is a list of the correspondences between certain events and their proper time: \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTo every thing, there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003etime to cast away;\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBefore it occurs, a beginning can be a long time in preparation. This is why some beginnings take off with great assuredness, and one can instinctively recognize that the right direction has been chosen. Without any struggle, one enters into a fluency that seemed to have been awaiting one's choice. Other beginnings are awkward and slow, and it takes considerable time before the new path opens or welcomes one. Sometimes beginnings can catch us unawares. Often when something is ending we discover within it the spore of new beginning, and a whole new train of possibility is in motion before we even realize it. \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhen the heart is ready for a fresh beginning, unforeseen things can emerge. And in a sense, this is exactly what a beginning does. It is an opening for surprises. Surrounding the intention and the act of beginning, there are always exciting possibilities. This inevitably excites artists. So much can actually happen between the moment the brush is taken into the hand and the moment it touches the canvas. Such beginnings have their own mind, and they invite and unveil new gifts and arrivals in one's life. Beginnings are new horizons that want to be seen; they are not regressions or repetitions. Somehow they win clearance and become fiercely free of the grip of the past. What is the new horizon in you that wants to be seen?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMatins\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e1\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSomewhere, out at the edges, the night\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIs turning and the waves of darkness\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBegin to brighten the shore of dawn\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe heavy dark falls back to earth\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAnd the freed air goes wild with light,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe heart fills with fresh, bright breath\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAnd thoughts stir to give birth to color.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e2\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI arise today\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIn the name of Silence\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWomb of the Word,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIn the name of Stillness\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHome of Belonging,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIn the name of the Solitude\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eOf the Soul and the Earth.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI arise today\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBlessed by all things,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWings of breath,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eDelight of eyes,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWonder of whisper,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIntimacy of touch,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eEternity of soul,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eUrgency of thought,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMiracle of health,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eEmbrace of God.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMay I live this day\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCompassionate of heart,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eClear in word,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eGracious in awareness,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCourageous in thought,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eGenerous in love.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA Morning Offering\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI bless the night that nourished my heart\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTo set the ghosts of longing free\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eInto the flow and figure of dream\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThat went to harvest from the dark\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBread for the hunger no one sees.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAll that is eternal in me\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWelcomes the wonder of this day,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe field of brightness it creates\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eOffering time for each thing\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTo arise and illuminate.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI place on the altar of dawn:\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe quiet loyalty of breath,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe tent of thought where I shelter,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWaves of desire I am shore to\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAnd all beauty drawn to the eye.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMay my mind come alive today\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTo the invisible geography \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThat invites me to new frontiers, \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTo break the dead shell of yesterdays,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTo risk being disturbed and changed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMay I have the courage today\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTo live the life that I would love,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTo postpone my dream no longer\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBut do at last what I came here for\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAnd waste my heart on fear no more.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA Blessing for the New Year\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ebeannacht\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFor Josie.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eOn the day when\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe weight deadens\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eOn your shoulders\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAnd you stumble,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMay the clay dance \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTo balance you.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAnd when your eyes\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFreeze behind\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe gray window\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAnd the ghost of loss\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eGets into you,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMay a flock of colors,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIndigo, red, green\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAnd azure blue,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCome to awaken in you\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA meadow of delight.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhen the canvas frays\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIn the curragh of thought\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAnd a stain of ocean\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBlackens beneath you,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMay there come across the waters\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA path of yellow moonlight\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTo bring you safely home.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMay the nourishment of the earth be yours,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMay the clarity of light be yours,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMay the fluency of the ocean be yours,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMay the protection of the ancestors be yours.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAnd so may a slow\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWind work these words\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eOf love around you,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAn invisible cloak\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTo mind your life.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIn Praise of Fire\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eLet us praise the grace and risk of Fire.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIn the beginning,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe Word was red,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAnd the sound was thunder,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAnd the wound in the unseen\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSpilled forth the red weather of being.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIn the name of the Fire,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe Flame\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAnd the Light:\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ePraise the pure presence of fire\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThat burns from within\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWithout thought of time.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe hunger of Fire has no need\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFor the reliquary of the future;\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIt adores the eros of now,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhere the memory of the earth\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIn flames that lick and drink the air\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIs made to release \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIts long-enduring forms\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIn a powder of ashes\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eLeft for the wind to decipher.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAs air intensifies the hunger of fire,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMay the thought of death\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBreathe new urgency\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eInto our love of life.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAs fire cleanses dross,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMay the flame of passion\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBurn away what is false.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAs short as the time\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFrom spark to flame,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSo brief may the distance be\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBetween heart and being.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMay we discover\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBeneath our fear\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eEmbers of anger\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTo kindle justice.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMay courage\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCause our lives to flame,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIn the name of the Fire,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAnd the Flame\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAnd the Light.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFor a New Beginning\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIn out-of-the-way places of the heart,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhere your thoughts never think to wander,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThis beginning has been quietly forming,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWaiting until you were ready to emerge.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFor a long time it has watched your desire,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFeeling the emptiness growing inside you,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eNoticing how you willed yourself on,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eStill unable to leave what you had outgrown.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIt watched you play with the seduction of safety\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAnd the gray promises that sameness whispered,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHeard the waves of turmoil rise and relent,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWondered would you always live like this.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThen the delight, when your courage kindled,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAnd out you stepped onto new ground,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eYour eyes young again with energy and dream,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA path of plenitude opening before you.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThough your destination is not yet clear\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eYou can trust the promise of this opening;\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eUnfurl yourself into the grace of beginning\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThat is at one with your life's desire.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAwaken your spirit to adventure;\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHold nothing back, learn to find ease in risk;\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSoon you will be home in a new rhythm,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFor your soul senses the world that awaits you.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFor Light\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eLight cannot see inside things.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThat is what the dark is for:\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMinding the interior,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eNurturing the draw of growth\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThrough places where death\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIn its own way turns into life.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIn the glare of neon times,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eLet our eyes not be worn\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBy surfaces that shine\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWith hunger made attractive.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThat our thoughts may be true light,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFinding their way into words\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhich have the weight of shadow\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTo hold the layers of truth.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThat we never place our trust\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIn minds claimed by empty light,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhere one-sided certainties\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAre driven by false desire.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhen we look into the heart,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMay our eyes have the kindness\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAnd reverence of candlelight.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThat the searching of our minds\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBe equal to the oblique\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCrevices and corners where\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe mystery continues to dwell,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eglimmering in fugitive light.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhen we are confined inside\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe dark house of suffering\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThat moonlight might find a window.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhen we become false and lost\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThat the severe noon-light\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWould cast our shadow clear.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhen we love, that dawn-light\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWould lighten our feet \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eUpon the waters.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAs we grow old, that twilight\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWould illuminate treasure\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIn the fields of memory.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAnd when we come to search for God,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eLet us first be robed in night,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ePut on the mind of morning\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTo feel the rush of light\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSpread slowly inside\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe color and stillness\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eOf a found world.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFor the Artist at the Start of Day\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMay morning be astir with the harvest of night;\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eYour mind quickening to the eros of a new question,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eYour eyes seduced by some unintended glimpse\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThat cut right through the surface to a source.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMay this be a morning of innocent beginning,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhen the gift within you slips clear\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eOf the sticky web of the personal \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWith its hurt and its hauntings, \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAnd fixed 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