Learning to accept the long, perfect loveliness of me

This is such a gorgeous evocation of accepting and loving the essential “being-ness” of the world.  It brings to mind the experience of the best in therapy: the therapist blessing the client by helping him come to love the long, perfect loveliness of himself.  The idea of “self-blessing” being taught by someone willing to do the work.  Some day!

Saint Francis and the Sow 

The bud

stands for all things,

even for those things that don’t flower,

for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing;

though sometimes it is necessary

to re-teach a thing its loveliness,

to put a hand on the brow

of the flower

and retell it in words and in touch

it is lovely

until it flowers again from within, of self-blessing;

as Saint Francis 

put his hand on the creased forehead

of the sow, and told her in words and in touch

blessings of the earth on the sow, and the sow

began remembering all down her thick length,

from the earthen snout all the way

through the fodder and slops to the spiritual curl of the tail,

from the hard spininess spiked out from the spine

down through the great broken heart

to the blue milken dreaminess spurting and shuddering

from the fourteen teats into the fourteen mouths sucking and blowing beneath them:

the long, perfect loveliness of sow.

  • Galway Kinnell

 

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