are made in
has the time not come for us to
and assume our
and if not now…
(Lao Tzu, in the sixth century B.C. elaborates upon the meditative mood as follows:)
“(S/he) who knows does not speak.
(S/he) who speaks does not know.
Close the mouth.
Shut the door of desire.
Blunt the sharpness.
Untie the tangles.
Soften the light.
Become one with the dusty world.”
I was going through my bookcases earlier today in search of a book that I did not find. Instead, I came upon an old, yellowed book of poetry: SOUNDS OF YOURSELF by Theta Burke. (Copyright 1977 by Theta Burke. Publisher: Delafield Press.) I had made a notation on the title page that the book was a gift from…either Larry or Surry in May of 1979. My handwriting is abominable and my memory not much better for I remember neither a Larry nor a Surry. My apologies to whomever it was who obviously knew my spirit so well.
The poet speaks to my heart. It’s as if her thoughts and words were lifted from my own soul. I hope you get the same pleasure as I from Ms. Burke’s deep understanding of this journey we share as human beings. You will be seeing more of her work in future blogs.
The following poem is from the last section of the book entitled: CONTEMPLATION. I dedicate it to all of you seekers of eternal youth.
“Sometimes it appears
that concern with the accumulation of years
is more prevalent with those
who have sought gratification
from physical attributes
and fear their deterioration.
“They are ageless
whose beauty of mind
has properly assigned priorities
so that the passing of the years
only adds facets
which contribute to the richness of the glow.”
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evoke a kind of sadness
summer’s lush beauty
fading in the early fall light…
reclaiming all evidence of