We're Like Fireflies

In addition to a lovely seasonal dip into the poetry pool, the verse above offers perfect symbolism for the practice of mindfulness. If our minds are like fireflies, lighting up at random while unpredictably flitting from one perch to the next, then the quiet space of contemplative ease is like a sturdy oak tree, standing in patient wait for us to land and soak in its magnificence. As the poem suggests, infinite possibility resides in that quietly magnificent space. And while not every wish will be granted, nor every pain healed, the more we polish our shining inner light at the altar of majestic quiet, the more sweetly will our songs ring out in harmony.