Who says that miracles
have to be difficult to come by
or have to be earned
in some laborious way?
Who says that they take time
and tenacious attention
and endless apologies to the Universe
or to whomever is watching
and waiting to open the way for these blessings
to find us or consider us worthy?
Who says that they require
our fortitude or laborious intention
or that there is some tipping point
at which they might be bestowed upon us?
There is a story about a shaman “Praying Rain“
And silently recalling the glorious feeling of mud
squishing between his toes
bringing that sensation into the present moment.
Perhaps a few minutes passed by
and then he simply said “Thank you”
and declared he was hungry
inviting his startled companion to go eat
without ceremony or concern
even though the drought was terrible.
This is the ultimate faith rest
and that night the earth was blessed
with copious rainfall.
May I too find my way to pray rain
to pray health
to pray joy
to pray love and lightness
and to know that it is already so.
from the heart, mind and pen of Minx
What a wonderful poem! Your right many miracles are already here!