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IMG_1186By Miriam Marsolais

Esalen 2015

Let the Way find me.
Let the Way see me.
Babbling stream,
Breeze on naked skin,
Rain forest of beings everywhere,
Ocean below,
Fire Glow.
Breathe in!  Allow.
Our surfaces alive.

Let the elements do the work!
Let the elements dance!
Let the elements sing!
It's all here now, complete,
and I love.
I belong.

The Peace Of Wild Things by Wendell Berry

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

-- Contributed by Marissa Caldiera - Student