One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice – though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. “Mend my life!” each voice cried. But you didn’t stop. You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations, though their melancholy was terrible. It was already late enough, and a wild night, and the road full of fallen branches and stones. But little by little, as you left their voices behind, the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own, that kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper into the world, determined to do the only thing you could do – determined to save the only life you could save.
Eight deer on the slope
in the summer morning mist.
The night sky blue.
Me like a mare let out to pasture.
The Tao does not console me.
I was given the Way
in the milk of childhood.
Breathing it waking and sleeping.
But now there is no amazing smell
of sperm on my thighs,
no spreading it on my stomach
to show pleasure.
I will never give up longing.
I will let my hair stay long.
The rain proclaims these trees,
the trees tell of the sun.
Let birds, let birds.
Let leaf be passion.
Let jaw, let teeth, let tongue be
between us. Let joy.
Let entering. Let rage and calm join.
Let quail come.
Let winter impress you. Let spring.
Allow the ocean to wake in you.
Let the mare in the field
in the summer morning mist
make you whinny. Make you come
to the fence and whinny. Let birds.
You may see me struggle, but you won’t see me fall. Regardless if I’m weak or not, I’m going to stand tall.
Everyone says life is easy, but truly living it is not. Times get hard, people struggle and constantly get put on the spot.
I’m going to wear the biggest smile, even though I want to cry. I’m going to fight to live, even though I’m destined to die. And even though it’s hard and I may struggle through it all, you may see me struggle… but you will NEVER see me fall.
How about showing your appreciation and love to your friends?
Let them know, you are always there, even if you don`t see them. The beautifully illustrated book “Seasons of Friendship” might be a nice gesture to do so.
Or do you like to make a new friend? Then show your true colors… and be kind and mindful!
Same time, you can support the charity work of ladies of the St. John`s Church in Portsmouth / Virginia, who will benefit of the sales.
You are welcome on John` s blog: “My Life with Gracie”, where you can find further details about the eBook for download and its paperback version.
The latter offers the opportunity to make your gift even more special by personalizing the book. You can leave a private message, quote or poem with your signature (you can find many friendship poems here at wordpress). For a preview of the book, please click here…
“SEASONS OF FRIENDSHIP” now available also as paperback book
This book is perhaps best read outdoors in a shady peaceful spot, perhaps in your own little backyard garden, real or imagined. Whether you read just one chapter at a time, one seasonal section at a time, or the entire book all in one leisurely afternoon, it doesn’t matter. Whatever you choose as a reader, I hope you will imagine Gracie and the others sitting at your feet, bringing you peace and friendship. For more details…