poetry

here in the twilight

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Twilight - a time of pause when nature changes her guard. All living things would fade and die from too much light or too much dark, if twilight were not. Howard Thurman
Twilight – a time of pause when nature changes her guard. All living things would fade and die from too much light or too much dark, if twilight were not.
Howard Thurman

As I Walked Out One Evening

W. H. Auden, 19071973
As I walked out one evening,
   Walking down Bristol Street,
The crowds upon the pavement
   Were fields of harvest wheat.

And down by the brimming river
   I heard a lover sing
Under an arch of the railway:
   ‘Love has no ending.

‘I’ll love you, dear, I’ll love you
   Till China and Africa meet,
And the river jumps over the mountain
   And the salmon sing in the street,

‘I’ll love you till the ocean
   Is folded and hung up to dry
And the seven stars go squawking
   Like geese about the sky.

‘The years shall run like rabbits,
   For in my arms I hold
The Flower of the Ages,
   And the first love of the world.'

But all the clocks in the city
   Began to whirr and chime:
‘O let not Time deceive you,
   You cannot conquer Time.

‘In the burrows of the Nightmare
   Where Justice naked is,
Time watches from the shadow
   And coughs when you would kiss.

‘In headaches and in worry
   Vaguely life leaks away,
And Time will have his fancy
   To-morrow or to-day.

‘Into many a green valley
   Drifts the appalling snow;
Time breaks the threaded dances
   And the diver’s brilliant bow.

‘O plunge your hands in water,
   Plunge them in up to the wrist;
Stare, stare in the basin
   And wonder what you’ve missed.

‘The glacier knocks in the cupboard,
   The desert sighs in the bed,
And the crack in the tea-cup opens
   A lane to the land of the dead.

‘Where the beggars raffle the banknotes
   And the Giant is enchanting to Jack,
And the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer,
   And Jill goes down on her back.

‘O look, look in the mirror,
   O look in your distress:
Life remains a blessing
   Although you cannot bless.

‘O stand, stand at the window
   As the tears scald and start;
You shall love your crooked neighbour
   With your crooked heart.'

It was late, late in the evening,
   The lovers they were gone;
The clocks had ceased their chiming,
   And the deep river ran on. 

 

tangled up in blue

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So now I’m goin’ back again I got to get to her somehow All the people we used to know They’re an illusion to me now Some are mathematicians Some are carpenters’ wives Don’t know how it all got started I don’t know what they’re doin’ with their lives But me, I’m still on the road Headin’ for another joint We always did feel the same We just saw it from a different point of view Tangled up in blue..... bob dylan
So now I’m goin’ back again
I got to get to her somehow
All the people we used to know
They’re an illusion to me now
Some are mathematicians
Some are carpenters’ wives
Don’t know how it all got started
I don’t know what they’re doin’ with their lives
But me, I’m still on the road
Headin’ for another joint
We always did feel the same
We just saw it from a different point of view
Tangled up in blue….. bob dylan

as i careen down this zipline that is life, i am surprised at a couple of things the most. one is that i cannot zip back up the line i have just come across on. somehow when i started this journey it never dawned on me that i might want to go somewhere once i reached the other side. yet on the other side is where i find myself and there is so much more i want to explore.

the other surprising element is that i have changed more deeply than i could have ever imagined and am ready to let go of so much i have held dear. and frankly there are things – people places and things- that i need to let go of even though i may not be quite ready yet.

so let the music play, let the dance begin and we’ll see where the footwork and the practice take us.

 

ellusion

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"god save me and watch over you" .. the president
“god save me and watch over you” .. the president
The Escape
written by Allie Jones

I’ve been riding a fine line
Between dreamland and consciousness

I’ve been floating all alone
Halfway to shore

I’ve been losing my grip
On all things real

Time passes slowly
Like a melting clock

I’ve been wandering
Across this divide
Wondering not where I will end up,
But wondering what I will escape

Shapes and faces float ahead
The ever present reminder of actuality

Boats are in the distance
There’s safety in them

But my grip slips further
And I can’t hold on
To something that isn’t truly there

The whole secret of existence is to have no fear. Never fear what will become of you, depend on no one. Only the moment you reject all help are you freed. Buddha.
The whole secret of existence is to have no fear. Never fear what will become of you, depend on no one. Only the moment you reject all help are you freed.
Buddha.

I once had a girl, or should I say, she once had me… 
She showed me her room, isn’t it good, norwegian wood? 

She asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhere, 
So I looked around and I noticed there wasn’t a chair. 

I sat on a rug, biding my time, drinking her wine 
We talked until two and then she said, “It’s time for bed” 

She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh. 
I told her I didn’t and crawled off to sleep in the bath 

And when I awoke, I was alone, this bird had flown 
So I lit a fire, isn’t it good, norwegian wood.