I like these - thank you, too!
Stephen V
http://stephenvincent.net/blog/
> You know how sometimes you open a book of poetry at random and the poem you
> open to is the one you need at that moment? I did this twice today, and each
> time the poem was right on. I just wanted to share them:
>
>
> To Enter That Rhythm Where The Self Is Lost
>
> To enter that rhythm where the self is lost,
> where breathing : heartbeat : and the subtle music
> of their relation make our dance, and hasten
> us to the moment when all things become
> magic, another possibility.
> That blind moment, midnight, when all sight
> begins, and the dance itself is all our breath,
> and we ourselves the moment of life and death.
> Blinded; but given now another saving,
> the self as vision, at all times perceiving,
> all arts all senses being languages,
> delivered of will, being transformed in truth —
> for life's sake surrendering moment and images,
> writing the poem; in love making; bringing to birth.
>
> –Muriel Ruykeiser
>
> ///
>
> All That Time
>
> I saw two trees embracing.
> One leaned on the other
> as if to throw her down.
> But she was the upright one.
> Since their twin youth, maybe she
> had been pulling him toward her
> all that time,
>
> and finally almost uprooted him.
> He was the thin, dry, insecure one,
> the most wind-warped, you could see.
> And where their tops tangled
> it looked like he was crying
> on her shoulder.
> On the other hand, maybe he
>
> had been trying to weaken her,
> break her, or at least
> make her bend
> over backwards for him
> just a little bit.
> And all that time
> she was standing up to him
>
> the best she could.
> She was the most stubborn,
> the straightest one, that's a fact.
> But he had been willing
> to change himself—
> even if it was for the worse—
> all that time.
>
> At the top they looked like one
> tree, where they were embracing.
> It was plain they'd be
> always together.
> Too late now to part.
> When the wind blew, you could hear
> them rubbing on each other.
>
> –May Swenson
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