Welcome, traveler! Enter and take your rest...

A chaikhana is a teahouse along the legendary Silk Road pilgrimage and trading route linking China to the Middle East and Europe. It is a place of rest along the journey, a place to shake off the dust of the road, to sip tea, and to gather together to sing songs of the Divine...



The Peace of Wild Things

by Wendell Berry

 

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

-- from Selected Poems of Wendell Berry, by Wendell Berry


/ Image by DeingeL /

View All Poems by Wendell Berry


Rereading my comments from a few years ago, I smile at the memory. A special moment, a special day...

My wife and I have been going for walks recently in an area called Roger's Grove. The park has a small lake with a couple of islands at its center. It is a favorite spot for Canadian geese this time of year. As we stroll around the lake we sometimes see a gray heron standing in meditative stillness among the reeds along the banks. Most recently we noticed some new visitors: one and then two bright white pelicans, looking a bit awkward in form but moving with the grace of swans upon the lake's surface.

Yesterday, we had an unexpected sight: Those two pelicans had become thirty pelicans! The lake was filled with the bright white beings! We walked around the lake in an awed daze. We watched as the birds paddled around the lake in groups, tacking together in their movements, like a synchronized drifting dance, all gliding to the left and then, with some unseen signal, all turning right again. They even dipped their heads beneath the water all at once, sometimes several times in a row, down and up and down and up, a quiet undulation rippling through the group. They seemed to revel in this sleepy synchronicity of movement beneath the warming sun.

It was a magical moment. A healing moment. An encounter with the peace of wild things.

That's just it-- these, like all living beings, experience struggle, trauma, death, yet they continue to reside in the present moment and celebrate the bliss of a sweet afternoon when it is upon them. And in this way wild things are teachers to us all.

I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.



Share Your Thoughts on today's poem or my commentary...
(Or visit the poem's blog page to click the FB 'Like' button.)








/ Photo by SaxX69 /

Donations to the Poetry Chaikhana

Thank you so much for new donations in the past week--

- Andrew C. (Australia)

Also, let me send out a sincere thank you to everyone who makes a regular monthly donation!

A few reasons to consider making a donation of your own...

  • Nearly 10,000 people receive this email all over the world. Thousands of fans on Facebook. Who knows how many emails forwarded and FB posts shared? Your support keeps this amazing poetry circulating.
  • Save the sacred poets! Ivan spends a certain amount of time each month searching for translations of poets and saints throughout history. Your donation helps him to continue this work.
  • Other ways to help: Spread the word! Tell others about the Poetry Chaikhana and the free poem emails.
  • The Poetry Chaikhana is offered free of charge -- but it is not free of cost. Your support makes the Poetry Chaikhana possible.
  • Make a donation to a local charity in the name the Poetry Chaikhana. The good circulates.
Poetry Chaikhana