I freely admit it. For all of our talk about non-attachment, I would love to receive notes from “Finders” who have been touched by our poetic offerings.
One of our poetry emissaries sent me a most evocative rumination on this topic. I share it with permission and with great respect for the honesty and consciousness portrayed therein. You will understand why this person has no wish in being identified in any way.
“I had the idea to leave the poem at Le Celle, a small, very old monastery outside of Cortona (Italy), built into a steep cleft of rock with a stream running down the rock. St. Francis spent time there. It’s a lovely and contemplative place that has always been a favorite destination of mine.
“So, I carried (the poem) to Le Celle… it’s about a half-hour walk on a mostly flat road that winds across the front of the mountain in the sun. An autumnal afternoon through autumnal colors, smoke in the air, the last of the vendemmia (grape harvesting) going on in the fields. And then I changed my mind…
“On the road to Le Celle is a santuaria, a shrine to Mary. It’s essentially a little hut, shallow, open on one side, big enough for maybe four people to stand under the tiled roof, seats built into the side walls.
“A shelf is built into the back wall, a picture of Mary, candles and flowers that come and go as it is tended by locals, prayers on paper on the shelf, photos of people on the shelf… Le Celle has a real pedigree, and I preferred the rustic honesty of the santuaria. The poem was left behind a red candle (already there) among other pieces of paper, amid vases of droopy or plastic flowers.
“Given the fact that many prayers and requests and thanks are left there, I don’t know the etiquette of anyone collecting them or reading them. They disappear from time to time so something happens to them. It’s out of our hands, right? I like that I don’t know.
“… Being a compassionate being and giving of love happens whether one gets noticed or not. I am fine with no one finding it: the intention has already shifted the world.
“I think cats have it down. They just are, they don’t strive, measure themselves against other cats. I’m certain this is wisdom. General and basic goodness put into the world shifts the balance of good into a greater quantity, even if infinitesimally. Above all, the intention outweighs the outcome.
“… I was initially curious what came of the ones I left (previously), but now I know it is none of my business… I would rather have it be a silent gesture that goes up into the air as a silent prayer… I was a person who made a wish and wished my fellow beings well before I carried on blundering along like a bull in a china shop like we all do.
“At this antique point in life, I am knowing that you should do what you know is right and stop looking around at who saw you do it.”