the same song

Do not try to save
the whole world
or do anything grandiose.
Instead, create
a clearing
in the dense forest
of your life
and wait there
patiently,
until the song
that is your life
falls into your own cupped hands
and you recognize and greet it.
Only then will you know
how to give yourself
to this world
so worth of rescue.

Tara Brach began a beautiful retreat with this poem by Martha Postlewaite and all of us stepped into the same song for a few days. We didn't all sing it in the same way, who does, but the singing was what mattered. In the chairs beside me, there were folks from California, Canada, Oregon, Arizona, and to live and share on the same frequency with them - peace, love, human understanding, the whole shebang - as the world and news exploded into rhetoric and violence - that gave me hope that we can yet rescue ourselves.