This post is dedicated to Ruth's blog synch-ro-ni-zing, which came to a close this week. There were real and heartfelt tears wept in blogdom, I assure you. Let us praise and celebrate this fine blog in all its beauty, creativity, intelligence, numinosity and generosity of spirit. True soul-work indeed.
Praise the sky to the tree
And praise the tree to the ground
Praise the word on a leaf
And paraphrase some praise in song
Ride the curve of a question
Streaming down the wing of a swan
Uncurl your tongue with a holler
Or fly on praise without sound
Exhale the body to praise the air
Burn brittle sticks of hate
Clean the room with incense
Sniff the glue of "Celebrate"
Blossom a path to the plum
And flower-fountain the moon
Waterfall your hair on rocks
Then tease it out like the sun
Shout in yellow and laugh out red
Amen the sinners, admonish the dead
Swing on the tire to praise the clock
Then hug the hammock and sleep full stop
Heat up your heart
And mercy your mind
Climb on the couch, bounce
Your jiggles divine
Puff milkweed pouts and explode the pod
Shake your bones till they’re humble
Fill that space with God!
RUTH MOWRY
Praise, my dear one.
Let us disappear into praising.
Nothing belongs to us.
RAINER MARIA RILKE
