I read an article a few days ago about starting your day with a meditation giving examples of how to do that like sitting quietly outside observing or being mindful of the act of making coffee. I wanted to link to the piece but now I can't find it and I was sure I had saved it to my Delicious. Oh well. Anyway, one of the suggestions was to start each day reading a poem and really thinking about what the poet has written. Since I'm a poet myself and have work coming out in two magazines in February (shameless plug) I thought that was a great idea so I've been reading a new poem every morning by one of my favorite poets, Pablo Neruda. I love today's poem so I just thought I'd share it with you.
March days return with their covert light,
and huge fish swim through the sky,
vague earthly vapours progress in secret
things slip to silence one by one.
Through fortuity, at this crisis of errant skies,
you reunite the lives of the sea to that of fire,
grey lurchings of the ship of winter
to the form that love carved in the guitar.
O love, O rose soaked by mermaids and spume,
dancing flame that climbs the invisible stairway,
to waken the blood in insomnia’s labyrinth,
so that the waves can complete themselves in the sky,
the sea forget its cargoes and rages,
and the world fall into darkness’s nets.