When I feel lonely, my first thought is that you hold the key to my loneliness. … In the end, seeking only brings us to the edge of knowing ourselves.
—Mark Nepo, The Book of Awakening, November 10
Here it is not,
the key I was looking for,
here where I knocked
on beautiful doors,
and ornate doors, and grand
doors, and ancient doors, and
safe doors, and hidden
doors and doors of November.
But here it is,
so close I could hardly
step without walking into it,
this door that has
no lock, no key,
this door
with my own name
on it.
good one. wish you could have been here last week. i’m going to suggest that some of the kids sign up for these posts.
“Who would prefer the jingle of jade pendants when once he has heard stone growing in a cliff?” Lao Tzu
The power of Poetry http://www.powerofpoetry.org and Red Thread Gold Thread http://www.redthreadgoldthread.com
Wellspring of Imagination http://www.powerofpoetry.org/wellspring_of_Imagination.htm
I wish I had been there last week, too! It sounds absolutely magic. That poem you sent out yesterday utterly wowed me.
There is a kind of knocking in those first eight lines, of sounds, I mean, that lends a rhythm to the poem. Knock knock. Who’s there? Rosemerry who.