Optimism by Jane Hirshfield

More and more I have come to admire resilience.
Not the simple resistance of a pillow, whose foam
returns over and over to the same shape, but the sinuous
tenacity of a tree: finding the light newly blocked on one side,
it turns in another. A blind intelligence, true.
But out of such persistence arose turtles, rivers,
mitochondria, figs--all this resinous, unretractable earth.

This poem was posted today in the Upaya newletter , I was reminded of this old tree stump , I came across this summer in the Pecos Wilderness. Tonight, is a full moon,today felt very arduous and sinuous,perhaps troubling days on eves of a powerful full moon make us more resilient,tortuous and perhaps a fluid resinous optimism will eventually spill out leading a more intelligent way of being for me....

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