In the seventh decade of my life
I am beginning to understand that
life\'s richness or poverty is determined
by the size of one\'s soul,
That narrow, constricted souls
allow so little light, tolerate so few mysteries
and moments of wonder, provide such
limited space for sacred imagination,
That the revealing of life\'s fullness
is somehow connected to
the soul\'s spaciousness,
an expansiveness that is not
afraid to make room for all
that is breathtakingly beautiful
and all that is brittle and broken.
I no longer seek to understand
or even to experience, only to
be daily aware that the
size of my soul is sufficient to
contain more than my mind can
grasp, that in the limitless soul space
I am able to hear a gentle voice inviting
me to sit down in awe among the
yellow flowers on the mountain.