I could be the rail singing under the weight of the train
I could be the cloud feathered white against the ocean of sky
or the hawk silhouetted against the cloud
I could be the shadow scudding across the sidewalk
or dancing under a tree as it talks with the wind
I could be the mouse or the cat or the coyote in the dance of eating
I could be water or fire
I could be the world or the abyss or That which contains them
--if only, if only
I could forget myself.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
I Could Be
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You weave such beautiful, though provoking tales with your words.
Your meditation is fresh and spiritually true, as we only forget the self by investment in the other, not by an attempt to deny the self.
God, I love that first line.
Wonderful poem. Perhaps, though, you could be those things by knwoing yourself.
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