Transcribed from a reading by Joanna Macy
This poem holds all the gifts of uncertainty, pain and suffering. Yes gifts!
Quiet friend who has come so far,
Feel how your breathing makes more space around you.
Let this darkness be a bell tower and you the bell;
And as you ring, what batters you becomes your strength,
Swaying back and forth into the change.
What’s it like, this intensity of pain?
If the drink is bitter, turn yourself to wine.
In this uncontainable darkness,
Be the mystery at the crossroads of your senses –
The meaning discovered there.
And if the world has ceased to hear you,
Say to the silent earth,
And to the rushing waters speak