viver devagarinho

Vivemos tão depressa que nem temos tempo de apreciar o pôr-do-sol ou o som da chuva a cair, os pequenos milagres que acontecem à nossa volta todos os dias. Fica aqui um poema de John O'Donohue enviada pela minha amiga Barbara, que me fez abrandar um pouco.

‘You have travelled too fast over false ground;

Now your soul has come to take you back.

Take refuge in your senses, open up

To all the small miracles you rushed through.

Become inclined to watch the way of rain

When it falls slow and free.

Imitate the habit of twilight,

Taking time to open the well of colour

That fostered the brightness of day.

Draw alongside the silence of stone

Until its calmness can claim you.’