And one more from Naomi Shihab Nye

Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.

Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.

Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing. 
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.
Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to gaze at bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
It is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you everywhere
like a shadow or a friend.

Shoulders by Naomi Shihab Nye

A man crosses the street in rain,
stepping gently, looking two times north and south,
because his son is asleep on his shoulder.

No car must splash him.
No car drive too near to his shadow.

This man carries the world's most sensitive cargo
but he's not marked.
Nowhere does his jacket say FRAGILE,
HANDLE WITH CARE.

His ear fills up with breathing.
He hears the hum of a boy's dream
deep inside him.

We're not going to be able
to live in this world
if we're not willing to do what he's doing
with one another.

The road will only be wide.
The rain will never stop falling. 

Naomi Shihab Nye

I hope you enjoy this poem by Roger Keyes

Hokusai says look carefully.

He says pay attention, notice.

He says keep looking, stay curious.

He says there is no end to seeing.

 

He says look forward to getting old.

He says keep changing,

You just get more who you really are.

He says get stuck, accept it, repeat

Yourself as long as it is interesting.

 

He says keep doing what you love.

 

He says keep praying.

 

He says every one of us is a child,

Every one of us is ancient

Every one of us has a body.

He says every one of us is frightened.

He says every one of us has to find

A way to live with fear.

 

He says everything is alive—

Shells, buildings, people, fish,

Mountains, trees, wood is alive.

Water is alive.

 

Everything has its own life.

 

Everything lives inside us.

 

He says live with the world inside you.

 

He says it doesn’t matter if you draw,

Or write books. It doesn’t matter

If you saw wood, or catch fish.

 

It doesn’t matter if you sit at home

And stare at the ants on your veranda

Or the shadows of the trees

And grasses in your garden.

It matters that you care.

 

It matters that you feel.

 

It matters that you notice.

It matters that life lives through you.

 

Contentment is life living through you.

Joy is life living through you.

Satisfaction and strength

Is life living through you.

 

He says don’t be afraid.

Don’t be afraid.

 

Love, feel, let life take you by the hands.

 

Let life live through you.

 

--Roger Keyes

And one more from Wendell Berry--love this!

...Breathe with unconditional breath

the unconditioned air.

Shun electric wire.

Communicate slowly. Live

a three-dimensional life;

stay away from screens.

Stay away from anything

that obscures the place it is in.

There are no unsacred places;

there are only sacred places

and desecrated places.

Accept what comes from silence.

Make the best you can of it.

Of the little words that come

out of the silence, like prayers

prayed back to the one who prays,

make a poem that does not disturb

the silence from which it came.

One of my favorite John O'Donohue poems--enjoy!

In out of the way places of the heart

Where your thoughts never think to wander

This beginning has been quietly forming

Waiting until you were ready to emerge.

For a long time it has watched your desire

Feeling the emptiness grow inside you

Noticing how you willed yourself on

Still unable to leave what you had outgrown.

It watched you play with the seduction of safety

And the grey promises that sameness whispered

Heard the waves of turmoil rise and relent

Wondered would you always live like this.

Then the delight, when your courage kindled,

And out you stepped onto new ground,

Your eyes young again with energy and dream

A path of plenitude opening before you.

Though your destination is not clear

You can trust the promise of this opening;

Unfurl yourself into the grace of beginning

That is one with your life’s desire.

Awaken your spirit to adventure

Hold nothing back, learn to find ease in risk

Soon you will be home in a new rhythm

For your soul senses the world that awaits you.