From St. John of the Cross, 16th c mystical poet, translated by Daniel Ladinsky:
” I was sad one day and went for a walk.
I sat in a field.
A rabbit noticed my condition and
It often does not take more than that to help at times —
to just be close to creatures who
are so full of knowing,
so full of love
that they don’t
they just gaze with
For reflection in solitude or in the company of others: Read the poem again, slowly, once or twice. What memories, hopes, or imaginings do the poet’s words stir up in you?