when it's a lot, a lot a lot

Take refuge in your senses, open up
To all the small miracles you rushed through

Become inclined to watch the way of rain
When it falls slow and free

Imitate the habit of twighlight
Taking time to open the well of color
That fostered the brightness of the day

Draw alongside the silence of stone
Until it's calmness can claim you
Be excessively gentle with yourself...

- John O'Donohue, Irish poet