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What We Need Is Here

--by Wendell Berry (Mar 21, 2016)


Horseback on Sunday morning,
harvest over, we taste persimmon
and wild grape, sharp sweet
of summer's end. In time's maze
over fall fields, we name names
that rest on graves. We open
a persimmon seed to find the tree
that stands in promise,
pale, in the seed's marrow.
Geese appear high over us,
pass, and the sky closes. Abandon,
as in love or sleep, holds
them to their way, clear
in the ancient faith: what we need
is here. And we pray, not
for new earth or heaven, but to be
quiet in heart, and in eye,
clear. What we need is here.

The poem "Wild Geese", From Selected Poems of Wendell Berry.

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On Mar 23, 2016 Jo wrote:

 I hear you ... I pray.



On Mar 20, 2016 david doane wrote:

Past and future are imagination.  Only the present is alive.  Living and dying are happening right now, and what I need is here and now.  The challenge is to be present, be responsive here and now to myself, to those I am relating to, and to the world I'm in.  The only time I've come in touch with my truest reality is through being present to what was in me, in front of me, and around me, sharing and operating out of what I am experiencing.  When I've done that in relating to others, the experience is rich.  I develop the eyes to see the deepest reality by practicing being present.  Spending time with someone who is good at being in the present was of great help to me in developing the eyes to see deeper..



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On Mar 18, 2016 Abhishek wrote:

Being clear in eye
Ah! that is surely worth praying for
Because I have eyes upon eyes upon eyes
Lenses upon lenses
Filters on filters...

In fleeting moments
I'm stripped of them
By a sharp sweet wild grape
And I glimpse raw reality
Uncut by words
Uncoloured by "me"

Each time I tried
To develop those eyes
I loaded with more and more
already-always "seeings"
But in rest and surrender
A rude shock of love comes
Sweeps me off my feet...
And tells me all I need is here