Sunday - Saying Yes to the World

When we are alone on a starlit night, when by chance we see the migrating birds in autumn  descending on a grove of junipers to rest and eat; when we see children in a moment when they are really children, when we know love in our own hearts; or when, like the Japanese poet, Basho, we  hear an old frog land in a quiet pond with a solitary splash - at such times the awakening, the  turning inside out of all values, the "newness," the emptiness and the purity of vision  that make themselves evident, all these provide a glimpse of the cosmic dance.
Thomas Merton