{"id":19673,"date":"2011-12-26T10:30:58","date_gmt":"2011-12-26T18:30:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/spiken.wpengine.com\/news\/the-art-of-being-poem-by-anne-coray\/"},"modified":"2016-10-21T18:15:42","modified_gmt":"2016-10-22T01:15:42","slug":"the-art-of-being-poem-by-anne-coray","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.kentreporter.com\/life\/the-art-of-being-poem-by-anne-coray\/","title":{"rendered":"The Art of Being | Poem by Anne Coray"},"content":{"rendered":"
\ufeffAnne Coray is an Alaskan, and in this beautiful meditation on the stillness of nature she shows us how closely she\u2019s studied something that others might simply step over.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n
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The Art of Being<\/strong><\/p>\n<\/p>\n The fern in the rain breathes the silver message.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n Stay, lie low. Play your dark reeds<\/p>\n<\/p>\n and relearn the beauty of absorption.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n There is nothing beyond the rotten log<\/p>\n<\/p>\n covered with leaves and needles.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n Forget the light emerging with its golden wick.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n Raise your face to the water-laden frond.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n A thousand blossoms will fall into your arms.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n<\/p>\n