Now I become myself. It’s taken
Time, many years & places,
I have been dissolved & shaken,
Worn other people’s faces,
Run madly, as if Time were there,
Terribly old, crying a warning,
‘Hurry, you will be dead before-‘
(What? Before you reach the morning?
or the end of the poem is clear?
Or love safe in the walled city?)
Now to stand still, to be here,
Feel my own weight & density?
Now there is time & Time is young.
O, in this single hour I live
All of myself & do not move
I, the pursued, who madly ran,
Stand still, stand still, & stop the Sun!
to pause in between……in between moments of the day, in between phases of our lives, in between who we are & who we think we are….humanizing the spirit…..reconciling the unreconcilable by waking up….
We All Spill Soup….
(If you want to save the world, then when you spill the soup, simply say, ‘I’m sorry I spilled the soup.’)
Wanting to reform the world without
discovering one’s true self is like trying
to cover the world with leather to avoid
the pain of walking on stones & thorns.
It is much simpler to wear shoes.
rest like the tree….give in to okness & restless winds….
without avoiding the difficult roots….