Gold, gold, gold, gone.
This is the season of surrender.
The time for release has come.
Aflame! Then emptiness.
It happens so fast.
I notice the no rising up
in my throat, and notice, too,
how it has no effect on what is.
How quickly the invitation to change
becomes the change.
Emptiness everywhere.
Again, I find myself
the student of yes.
I know I will learn
to find it beautiful, the emptiness.
Already, I feel it doing its slow
unselving work inside me.
Oh wind, do to me what you do
to the trees. Take me and shake me
and loosen my hold on whatever gold
I would grasp. Oh October, teach me
how this, too, is a beginning.
Magnificent, Rosemerry!
Thank you Dear Betsy … How good to see your name! I hope all is well with you and your husband. I wonder how the silence piano tour went? Many hugs to you
Wanting to say, “no no,” and echo Ferlinghetti’s “too soon, too soon,” I read your words and breathe out, “yes, yes, this too.” Thank you for inspiring us forward.
Thank you, dear Jim, for your words. I had forgotten Ferlinghetti’s “too soon, too soon.” Now it is a lovely echo in my thoughts. Such a funny lament. How human to want to hold on. And I guess that’s the pleasure of life, isn’t it, being human.
Ha.
Sending you hugs
All above is true enough. Here’s the quirky line that catches my interest in the way it plays with words:
I notice the no rising up
in my throat, and notice, too,
how it has no effect on what is.
“How it has NO effect…” leans on the idea of pun so lightly, it’s a delight.