"Simplicity", by Emily Dickinson
This morning we hiked a bit, and arrived to a place overlooking the mountains, where I love to do my personal practice (movement linked to breath, breathing exercises, meditation & chanting). Today after the meditation I looked at a stone, and remembered this beautiful poem by Emily Dickinson, that I know by heart. To recite this poem a few times with a stone in my hand was a lovely and unexpected wrap up for my practice.
This made me reflect on the importance of the things I say to myself in form of words, whether mentally or vocally, over and over; to repeat this poem louder and then softer made me get in touch with a sense of contentment and peace. Thank you Emily Dickinson.
How happy is the little stone
That rambles in the road alone,
And doesn't care about careers,
And exigencies never fears ;
Whose coat of elemental brown
A passing universe put on ;
And independent as the sun,
Associates or glows alone,
Fulfilling absolute decree
In casual simplicity—
Read more poems by Emily Dickinson:
"Hope is the thing with feathers"
"Not knowing when the dawn will come"
