Called to the subtle nature of life
Another terrific find by riley dog, whom I read every morning. This short poem by Frederick Morgan captures some of the essence of BEING invited into a place where anything is possible, but it is all uncontemplated except in the moment:
The Step
From where you are at any moment you
may step off into death.
Is it not a clinching thought?
I do not mean a stoical bravado
of making the great decision blade in hand
but the awareness, all so simple, that
right in the middle of the day
you may be called to an adjoining room.
When we are at a point where “stoical bravado” seems our only option, sometimes we need to simply be more sensitive to the call of life in its subtlest forms.
