The Nomad Flute

To Music by Neha

You that sang to me once sing to me now
let me hear your long lifted note
survive with me
the star is fading
I can think farther than that but I forget
do you hear me

do you still hear me
does your air
remember you
o breath of morning
night song morning song
I have with me
all that I do not know
I have lost none of it

but I know better now
than to ask you
where you learned that music
where any of it came from
once there were lions in China

I will listen until the flute stops
and the light is old again

- W.S. Merwin from " In The Shadow of Sirius"

In a dark time

" The Hour" by Neha

In a dark time, the eye begins to see,

I meet my shadow in the deepening shade;

I hear my echo in the echoing wood--

A lord of nature weeping to a tree,

I live between the heron and the wren,

Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den.

What's madness but nobility of soul

At odds with circumstance? The day's on fire!

I know the purity of pure despair,

My shadow pinned against a sweating wall,

That place among the rocks--is it a cave,

Or winding path? The edge is what I have.

A steady storm of correspondences!

A night flowing with birds, a ragged moon,

And in broad day the midnight come again!

A man goes far to find out what he is--

Death of the self in a long, tearless night,

All natural shapes blazing unnatural light.

Dark,dark my light, and darker my desire.

My soul, like some heat-maddened summer fly,

Keeps buzzing at the sill. Which I is I?

A fallen man, I climb out of my fear.

The mind enters itself, and God the mind,

And one is One, free in the tearing wind.

- Theodore Roethke

Was directed to this vivid poem by Joseph Campbell and Bill Moyers' "The Power of Myth" that I'm reading. Learn more about Roethke and read more of his work here : http://gawow.com/roethke/poems/

Sweet and sad..

"Sunday Dusk by miamabanta "
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Thus in silence, in dream's projections,Returning, resuming, I thread my way through the hospitals;
The hurt and the wounded I pacify with soothing hand,I sit by the restless all the dark night — some are so young; Some suffer so much — I recall the experience sweet and sad.

- Walt Whitman

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It's all I have to bring today....

Yellowjackets in the Clover by CaptPiper

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It's all I have to bring today –

This, and my heart beside –

This, and my heart, and all the fields –

And all the meadows wide –

Be sure you count – should I forget

Some one the sum could tell –

This, and my heart, and all the Bees

Which in the Clover dwell

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Emily Dickinson

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