reading in my journal
the lesson I learned two years
ago the same lesson
I was so thrilled
to learn today
*
I leave the dishes
when you say “let’s play,”
not because I want
to play but because the day
will come when you won’t ask
*
the veil
of hurt, though it
weighs nothing
I am utterly unable
to lift it
*
sowing poppy seeds
in the meadow together,
though it will be months
before we see stems
already I feel blossoming
*
what would be left
if we solved all our troubles—
just a breathing
sometimes when I get very still
I am still not still enough
your first ripple made me wonder whether you’ve been lately watching me while i’ve been reading from my journal. (it’s okay if you have been…)
even moreso than typical, you seem to be striking outta-the-park rich ore, past few days. quintuply so, this day.
I love the veil’s ripple especially, though the idea of ripples for tankas is so much more poetic than just five tankas. Though it must be drought season, only a trickle of water near the dishes:)
yes, yes, yes…I keep being struck by how i have ot keep learning the same lesson and each time I learn it, it feels fresh yet then I recall learning it before and I hope I am learning it deeper…and yes to the kid stuff as I watcy my 11 year old move further afield…and yes that weil of hurt so heavy I am amazed that even as it lightens it is too heavy to lift….and stillness, I think about this all the time…one of my mantras…thank you Ms. Rosemerry!
Thank YOU Ms. Nancy for all the resonance … Hugs to you r