at the limit of all the light we know balancing delicately we peer into darkness harnessed by our loved ones to stop us falling if we step forward we have to believe our feet will find a firm floor or our parachutes will open to risk is to live - or die
This line "we are only here for awhile" is why I return time and again to the words of a poet as a source of peace. Working with children in nature, I am daily reminded of impermanence when I look into their eyes, when I look to the skies, and when I look upon a budding flower or a seed pod. I am drawn to the work of ephemeral artists -- Christo, Goldsworthy, Tiravanija, Margolles, Saraceno, Navajo sand painters, and indeed even the hands of children on a muddy riverbank. Until reading this poem, I have never really thought about how each human life is actually a type of ephemeral art. This thought extends a web to a favorite quote from Thomas Merton, "If only we could see each other that way [impermanent in Juliet's imagery] all the time. There would be no more war, no more hatred, no more cruelty, no more greed. I suppose the big problem would be that we would fall down and worship each other. " Peace be with you, Juliet.
Delicately beautiful, I’m touched by the cadence and shape of this poem. Akin to breathing, tides and the relaxing and remitting nature of your condition. Although, incredibly difficult, thank you for finding the words to share your way through the ebb and flow of your experience. Xx
This line "we are only here for awhile" is why I return time and again to the words of a poet as a source of peace. Working with children in nature, I am daily reminded of impermanence when I look into their eyes, when I look to the skies, and when I look upon a budding flower or a seed pod. I am drawn to the work of ephemeral artists -- Christo, Goldsworthy, Tiravanija, Margolles, Saraceno, Navajo sand painters, and indeed even the hands of children on a muddy riverbank. Until reading this poem, I have never really thought about how each human life is actually a type of ephemeral art. This thought extends a web to a favorite quote from Thomas Merton, "If only we could see each other that way [impermanent in Juliet's imagery] all the time. There would be no more war, no more hatred, no more cruelty, no more greed. I suppose the big problem would be that we would fall down and worship each other. " Peace be with you, Juliet.
Delicately beautiful, I’m touched by the cadence and shape of this poem. Akin to breathing, tides and the relaxing and remitting nature of your condition. Although, incredibly difficult, thank you for finding the words to share your way through the ebb and flow of your experience. Xx