SNOWFUL

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Hi There !

So, he other day it snowed.

Gazing out at

the gentle ballet of white

playing across the field,

I was drawn into gentle rapture.

A distilled delight.

A poem spoke itself.



     SNOWFUL


Snowing soft and slow.

Everything 

snow different,

light white complected.

Illumined space and spirit.

Snow still, silent gentleness.

Snow slowed to sacred.

Snowful peace.

"Be still and know I am Snow Good."



It was a light high for sure.



A bit later,

neighborhood children

took to the fluffy white field 

frolicking,

squealing,

pure white delight.

So much for stillness

and solitary rapture.

The canvas of

uninterrupted white

now action and noise

etched, reconfigured.




I started to resent

the youthful re-composition of

my inner and outer space.

I tried to clutch

a transcendent moment,

a blissful high,

and reject

a much more earthy

and noisy

new now.

Caught myself

and embraced the incarnate new now

as it unfolded,

let it be the gift  it was,

was drawn into

its much different beauty,

even though I was

slow to sense that.

The canvass of that white field

had a whole new glory to it,

designed by playful children

tracing their exuberance.

Rather divine actually!!





Godness has ever unfolding

new nows.

Rather than be present to

The Presence

in those unfolding new nows,

my selfish, isolating self

so too often

tries to orchestrate,

and arrange Reality

to my desires and preferences.

I play God,

and I'm just not up to it!!.

It's a pervasive foil

for us all.



Remember the transfiguration of Jesus

up on the mountain top?

Peter really got into it,

got high on it,

and wanted to stay put.

.Jesus took him in tow,

down from a preferred 

mountain top transcendence

right into the messy mix

of needy people.

( Matthew 17:1 - 21 ).




Godness has a wider spectrum

than our desires and preferences.




What Lin Yutang, in his book,

The Importance of Living,

notes  of travel applies  here.

He says that we must posses

the capacity to open out

to seeing what's in front of us

and around us

all the time,

not just when

we are on a special trip.

(Read:

-Peter on the mountain top

-John Frank snow high)

Quoting the philosopher,

Chin Shengt'an,

he says that

seeing the beauty and grace

in the most majestic mountains

means nothing if I we can't see

beauty and grace in

" a little patch of water,

a village, a bridge,

a tree, a hedge, or a dog..."

I hasten to add that goes

for boisterous children

in free form on

a field of white as well.

And it is well,

if I open to Reality

as it unfolds

rather than  try

to squeeze it into

my selfish, constricting

desires and preferences.



Godness has a wider spectrum

than our desires and preferences.



Some happy little kids retaught me that,

righted me to Reality

with their Snowful Souls at play.



Our circle of sharing here

is now blessed to have participation

from Italy. Welcome!



The very best to one and all.

See you next week.

Holding you in

God's Dear Love,

    John Frank



















































































































































































































































































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