“O mountain friends!
With mine your solemn spirit blends,
And life no more hath separate ends.”
— John Greenleaf Whittier, “Lake Winnipesaukee”
Since I often feel like I’m seeking separate objectives from everyone else, as if my goals, or ends, were given to me alone and I must make my way toward them on my own, it was wonderful to come upon these words of Whittier yesterday. On the shores of Lake Winnipesaukee, the poet came to understand the truth that, in fact, there are no “separate ends” anywhere – that all of us who share this universe also share the same goals. We are all seeking, every second, a stronger sense of being simply what or who we are.
On our walk this morning, we saw this lone rower out on the Mystic River,
seemingly alone on the empty and silent river, but Whittier would say to him, “With mine your solemn spirit blends.” All of us – all people, animals, winds, and stars – are steering, in our special ways, toward being the best possible people, animals, winds, and stars. All of us are looking for light in a sometimes dark world, for comfort where comfort often seems distant. I can pretend that my goals are solely mine, but that’s a pretense that surely diminishes me. The truth is, as Whittier discovered beside the lake, that not one of us strives separately from others – that all of us who share this impressively mystifying universe strive step by step in a sometimes unseen but everlasting togetherness. This Mystic River rower was one with us and we were one with him, as together as the countless drops of water in the freely rolling river.
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(about Sharon Z., 82, Blessings, CT)
Her dad always said
she should get her act together,
while shopping at McQuades,
she saw that
it had always been together,
and that it wasn’t just her act,
but that each moment
she performs with countless friends,
like the flowing sky,
and her talented lungs,
and the skillful movements
of sunshine and starlight.
She saw that even her thoughts
are daring dancers
that swirl and sway
with the limitless thoughts
that prance through the universe
as part of an act
that has neither starts nor endings,
and she and all things
are the clever performers,
even when wondering