When the children of Israel saw themselves as grasshoppers, when we see ourselves as grasshoppers, what if we were able to see not with fear, but with exquisite attention. What if we were to carefully attend to the self that feels small and fragile? What insight would arise?
The poet Mary Oliver shows us how to look carefully at a grasshopper:
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...
(see Mary Oliver’s complete poem, “A Summer Day,” and the wonderful insight she gains from careful attention at http://www.loc.gov/poetry/180/133.html.
A wonderful lyrical rendition of that poem sung by Sophia Smith-Savedoff and Emily Hurst may be found at
May we be blessed to see the grasshopper and the world not with fear, but with attention, as part of this one wild and precious life.