knowing movement would shriek
through the bones I shrunk to whimper and rose
pain killer’s builders sunshine day stretched contorted created by ratchets of mind
Read this today and think it
is something to think about over the 40 days, or more -
‘Why hold onto just one life’
Why hold on to just one life
Till it is filthy and
threadbare?
The sun dies eternally
And wastes a thousand lives
each instant
God has decreed a life for
you
And He will give another,
Then another and another.
RUMI
Suspect some would interpret
this poem to be about a death but my first response was it’s all about life in
the here and now not in some mythical hereafter, about the possibility I have
written through the very centre of me just the small matter that I need to dust
some mighty cobwebs out of the way to be able to really see it
'movement' . . pain.
I hope the next day was more gentle.
As for the poem. I agree with you. Every morning we emerge with more or less challenging cobwebs - to greet a new sun and a new us.
Always becoming.
Posted by: Cathy | August 2010 at 16:04