Start noticing the small stuff...
The Summer Day
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
- Mary Oliver
* This poem is a favorite! I love how it invites you to enjoy the moment, this one, right now.
Directing only remotely
- Janet Hockfeld
The Guest House
This being human is a guest-house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,
Who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture.
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you
out for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
Sitting still but not waiting.
Ready but not anticipating.
Looking around but not searching.
Admiring but not wanting.
Receiving but not taking.
Observing but not judging."
- Anthony Maytone
Look well to this day
for it is life
the very best life
in its brief course lie all
the realities and truths of existence
the joy of growth,
the splendour of action,
the glory of power,
For yesterday is but a memory
and tomorrow is only a vision
but if well-lived, makes
every yesterday a memory of happiness
and every tomorrow a vision of hope
look well therefore to this day.
- Ancient Sanskrit Poem