A Thousand Mornings: Poems

And i'm in that scrumptious and critical position, roaring with laughter, packed with earth-praise. THE GARDENER Have I lived adequate? Have I enjoyed adequate? Have I thought of correct motion sufficient, have I come to any end? Have I skilled happiness with adequate gratitude? Have I persisted loneliness with grace? I say this, or maybe I’m simply pondering it. really, I most likely imagine an excessive amount of. Then I step out into the backyard, the place the gardener, who's acknowledged to be an easy guy, is tending his youngsters, the roses. AFTER I cave in the steps on the GOLDEN TEMPLE For your time i couldn't consider a few notice i used to be short of, and that i used to be bereaved and acknowledged: the place are you, cherished good friend? IF I have been there are various how you can dance and to spin, occasionally it simply starts off my ft first then my complete physique, i'm spinning not anyone can see it however it is going on. i'm so completely satisfied to be alive, i'm so comfortable to be loving and enjoyed. whether I have been with regards to the end, no matter if I have been at my ultimate breath, i'd be the following to take a stand, bereft of such astonishments, yet for them. If I have been a Sufi needless to say i might be one of many spinning variety. goodbye FOX He used to be mendacity lower than a tree, licking up the color. hi back, Fox, I acknowledged. And hi to you too, stated Fox, having a look up and now not bounding away. You’re no longer working away? I stated. good, I’ve heard of your dialog approximately us. information travels even between foxes, as it's possible you'll understand or now not be aware of. What dialog do you suggest? a few woman stated to you, “The hunt is nice for the fox. ” and also you acknowledged, “Which fox? ” certain, I keep in mind. She was once huffed. So you’re ok in my ebook. Your publication! That was once in my booklet, that’s the variation among us. definite, I agree. You fuss over existence together with your shrewdpermanent phrases, mulling and chewing on its which means, whereas we simply stay it. Oh! may perhaps a person determine it out, to a finality? So why spend quite a bit time attempting. You fuss, we are living. And he stood, slowly, for he was once previous now, and ambled away. POEM OF the only international This morning the attractive white heron was once floating alongside above the water after which into the sky of this the only international all of us belong to the place every thing eventually is part of every little thing else which inspiration made me believe for a short while particularly appealing myself. AND BOB DYLAN TOO “Anything worthy wondering is worthy making a song approximately. ” that is why we have now songs of compliment, songs of affection, songs of sorrow. Songs to the gods, who've such a lot of names. Songs the shepherds sing, at the lonely mountains, whereas the sheep are honoring the grass, via consuming it. The dance-songs of the bees, to inform the place the vegetation, all at once, within the morning gentle, have opened. A refrain of many, shouting to heaven, or at it, or pleading. Or that maximum of affection affairs, a violin and a human physique. And a composer, perhaps enormous quantities of years lifeless. i feel of Schubert, scribbling on a café serviette. thanks, thanks. 3 issues to recollect so long as you’re dancing, you could holiday the principles. occasionally breaking the foundations is simply extending the principles. occasionally there aren't any principles.