Amidst all the noise, haste and confusion that is the modern world – the battles with traffic and technology, the constant buzz of phones and bleeps of computers, the edgy worries about scary things lurking in our food and water and (yes!) the very air we breathe -how lovely would it be to find a small moment of beauty and peace to start each morning. And if it is true, as Jungian therapists would have us believe, that our psyche’s yearn for a balanced state of consciousness and unconsciousness simultaneously, then don’t we owe it to ourselves to look for as many ways as possible to bring tortured psyche’s into line?
A prescription then (courtesy of a wonderful little essay by Allen Heathcock):
Take one poem per day, read it, savor it, marvel at it’s rhythm, it’s rhyme, it’s imagery, and hold it in your heart like a small, mellow secret, just between you and that poet’s vision of the world.
A poem a day regimen.
I’m on it.
Here’s one of my favorites to start you off…
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.