Zenhabits.net is one of the few blogs I read regularly. It’s been one of those weird days for me so I’d like to leave you with a thought from the most recent post on Zen Habits titled “Life is Poetry:”
Each of us lives a life that expresses who we are, reacts to the world around us, shows our passions, reflects our deep river of feeling and being.
We might sing out in joy, through our words and actions and expressions, we might hide in fear and pain, we might lash out in anger. Every thing we do, everything we are, expresses.
Gandhi’s message was his life, and yours is your life. What message are you giving the world, through your actions, how you live, how you treat others, what you accomplish, how you choose to be, every moment of every day?
Are you an angry rant? A ballad? An epic poem?
Perhaps a sonnet, a limerick, a haiku?
If your life is a poem, what do you want it to say? What would you rather leave out? What will the essence be?
Enjoy each moment as the perfect syllable, recognize the lyrical in the everyday, and sink your teeth softly into that cold delicious fruit.
At the end of the post is the poem “This is Just to Say” by William Carlos Williams and it talks about plums. I would like to leave you with another poem with a subject of fruit:
The Orange by Wendy Cope
At lunchtime I bought a huge orange
The size of it made us all laugh.
I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Dave—
They got quarters and I had a half.
And that orange it made me so happy,
As ordinary things often do
Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park
This is peace and contentment. It’s new.
The rest of the day was quite easy.
I did all my jobs on my list
And enjoyed them and had some time over.
I love you. I’m glad I exist.