I
The details are prodigious,
There is more to be seen
Than I could ever take in
Though my faculties are keen.
The man in the red shirt
Wearing blue Keds,
The fat man in overalls
Pushing two beds—
Two beautiful sparrows,
Jumping and hopping,
Fly suddenly somewhere
Without stopping.
So many dogs
—Another sub-theme—
We think it’s all random,
But things aren’t what they seem.
If we see it all whole
For a moment or two,
It all seems intentional,
Directed by—Who?
II
In a stratum above us
There’s consciousness there
With a sweeping intention—
Fine-tuned and with care—
A remarkable song
Includes all that takes place,
All the movements of beings
In this very rich space—
All the movements of everything,
All is included,
Nothing astray,
Nothing excluded.
With our faculties open
In all of our parts,
We hear and we see
And can feel in our hearts:
The small world we live in
Is truly a Song
From some other level
Where nothing is wrong.
For us it’s ordained
That we also belong
To the Song of Life—
The One Great Song.
Bob Scher is the author of three books of poetry: As If the Sky Were Open, There's a Hole in Your Sky (both from Browser Books), and Lightning (Codhill Press). He was writing poetry from his early days. At Harvard he often answered exam questions in verse. Some instructors preferred that he answer questions in prose. But some rather enjoyed it.
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On Apr 14, 2020 E. Connie wrote:
It's great! And the photo seems to underline that subtle meaning because I swear that horse is grinning ... 'ah ha, so you got it finally, did you?"On Apr 14, 2020 mohammed rafiq wrote:
lovelyOn Apr 14, 2020 Deborah wrote:
This inspired me to take some time sit later and just observe life around me, now added to my plan for the day. Last summer when I was feeling overwhelmed by all kinds of stuff on my "to do" list, I took about 15 minutes to watch bumblebees collecting pollen from the flowers in my garden. The inspiration came from a class I was taking online with the TODO Institute. I got up close. In a matter of seconds it was just me and three bumblebees. I can still feel inside the space that ironically opened up in my heart while all else melted away while I watched, breathing slowly, in awe of these little creatures, their fuzzy yellow and black bodies, busy multi-jointed tiny legs padded with yellow sticky powder, delicate cellophane wings. I'm there again just writing this! Thank you for sharing your experience in a poem. /\ <3On Apr 13, 2020 ELIZABETH ALLANCORTE wrote:
Yes! The 'SONG OF LIFE' goes on & on, if we only take the time in our small space to see it!