The Summer Day
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
from New and Selected Poems, 1992 Beacon Press, Boston, MA
What do you want to do with your life?
What kind of success do you want to pursue?
Are you living a life according to your values or are you living a life aligned to your material desires? Are you intensely focused on what is most important for you and your life? Have you defined the right priorities for you and your life?
For the grasshopper being present is life. What about you? Are you being present or are you filled with so many things that you can’t possibly pause to enjoy life?
Honor your priorities. Honor your values. Be crystal clear on what is important to you and honor that and that will help you find value in your one precious life.