Now in the blessed days of more and less
when the news about time is that each day
there is less of it I know that
as I walk out through the early garden
only the day and I are here with no
before or after and the dew looks up
without a number or a present age
W S Merwin
The Moon Before Morning
The blessed days of more and less: the happy and absorbed red squirrel is certainly more! As is the woodpecker who is not in the slightest troubled by my daily stopping close to listen at the portal of his own persistent more and less-ness. The quietness up here, and the wide space, is less and also more, so simultaneously both.
It’s all like one of those lovely old retro clocks that stops frequently, because in our modern day we forget to wind their battery-less clockworks. More and less, less and more. Absence of mechanical time. So yes: blessed.
Though it requires a bit of effort on our part, to place ourselves often enough, and quiet enough, into the spaces of timelessness, it’s worth it: for in the encounter there we hear the Ancient Echo, and the dew atop the wooden gate holds our own reflection.
ancient telling and art in today’s morning sky …