Dear friends,

We always feel, we are on the run. And when we choose to take a break, it is mostly to places where nature abounds. It is like coming home to nature’s lap. And that’s where we really breathe IN all the positive energies we need.

This poem was shared by my friend Meghana Joshi (www.naturelle.in). If you have any favorite poems or stories, please let us know.

More information about the poet can be found at: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wendell_Berry

Love,
Poornima

The Peace of Wild Things

(Pic Courtesy: Gopal Parasnis)

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 my 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.

— Wendell Berry