Wednesday, November 17, 2010

for freedom



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As a bird soars high
In the free holding of the wind,
Clear of the certainty of ground,
Opening the imagination of wings
Into the grace of emptiness
To fulfill new voyagings,
May your life awaken
To the call of its freedom.
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As the ocean absolves itself
Of the expectation of land,
Approaching only 
In the form of waves
That fill and pleat and fall
With such gradual elegance
As to make of the limit 
A sonorous threshold
Whose music echoes back along 
The give and strain of memory,
Thus may your heart know the patience
That can draw infinity from limitation.
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As the embrace of the earth
Welcomes all we call death,
Taking deep into itself
The tight solitude of a seed,
Allowing it time 
To shed the grip of former form
And give way to a deeper generosity
That will one day send it forth,
A tree into springtime,
May all that holds you
Fall from its hungry ledge
Into the fecund surge of your heart.
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~ John O'Donohue
from To Bless the Space Between Us
photo by Edan Chapman
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