I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Monday, July 31, 2017
On the other side
Quietness
Inside this new love, die.
Your way begins on the other side.
Become the sky.
Take an axe to the prison wall.
Escape.
Walk out like somebody suddenly born into color.
Do it now.
You’re covered with thick cloud.
Slide out the side.
Die,
and be quiet. Quietness is the surest sign
that you’ve died.
Your old life was a frantic running
from silence.
The speechless full moon
comes out now.
Rumi
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the rush of the day is over
all the voices
all the striving
all the wondering and worrying
all the measuring of self
the TV is off
and on the front porch
I sit
Listening to the silence
The thunder rumbles briefly
And the rain falls
And then
Once again silence
And all that I have carried falls away
The good, the bad, the ugly
All gone
And nothing remains
Except
What lies on the other side
Of this
death
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