We barely see him there against the leaf,
a tiny nondescript and timid soul,
but suddenly quite to our disbelief,
he calls upon the magic he controls.
With cunning and a wealth of secret lore,
that shatter our illusions of the grand,
he hides there on the shadowed forest floor
to show to us the Goddess and her plan.
His subtle ways teach us that the whole truth
in gentle, humble ways is oft revealed,
and offers in his simple song the proof
that wisdom may be easily concealed.
The smallest bird but he who holds the throne,
the wren reveals the sacred heart alone.
from “Druid Animal Sonnets”
Copyright OCT 2001 John Litzenberg
“Druid Animal Oracle” by Philip and Stephanie Carr-Gomm
Wren painting by Bill Worthington
The question was, “How can I be
more compassionate; how can my
efforts to be compassionate
be more effective?”
His answer, politically careful,
was that it was an individual
question; that each person’s
contribution was different,
that one’s answer was not
Before he spoke, under my breath,
I said, “the answer
is: just start.”
If you spend all your days
about whether you’re wasting time
or if your “talents”
could best serve
some other way,
you’ve missed the point.
The object will not ever be
to change the world,
but change yourself.
It does not matter the reward
if what you do you know is right.
One need not over-complicate
the matter; just begin,
and do not worry on
the end effect, the bottom line,
the dividend, spiritual gain.
Just do it. Start
by smiling. Now,
right here, where
you are at.
And just keep at it.
20 MAY 2013
for the His Holiness the 13th Dalai Lama
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