"To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle." — Walt Whitman
ADVICE TO MY CHILDREN
Notice the way stars seem to rustle
when you see them from a field.
Find the place where sunsets disappear,
and visit it when you're sad.
Listen to the breezes
when they organize themselves and sing together.
And keep your eyes
on other faces.
Notice the kindness
that often blossoms
in these faces
like crowds of flowers.
Be like water,
just waiting and watching and choosing patience
over chancy things like tenaciousness,
and work with thoroughness and silkiness
like water does,
doing the singing and dancing of the universe
with serenity and acquiescence.
See mist as something special,
and downpours too,
and suffering also,
because it causes understanding
and flows beside us
forever and ever.