Mortality
(#4, from "Tending The Inner Garden ")
What if God envied me because I am mortal? What beauty is lost in the commonality of endless witness! What object of any value moves me as it did the first day?
What if I could look on infinitely? How would I be roused with the same intensity in timeless emptiness? I am fulfilled by my very impermanence, by the very impermanence of all that comes to me! By the whisking away of minutes I am enraptured by the opening of a flower, the immensity of the ocean, the simplicity of a robin’s egg. I am overwhelmed by the perfection of a snowflake, warmed by its individual multiplication into blankets of pristine crystals that melt into a thick green lawn below a blazing sun. I am thrilled to witness an explosion of blackbirds fill an October sky. I am exalted in the arms of a lover.
I am driven to seek and impeded to appreciate by the confines of my skin. I die in order to live. What other way, but by mortality, is there for such sensual drunkenness to manifest?
~ Copyright © 2008 by Susan Durant. From Tending The Inner Garden. Used by permission of the author.