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...to live on the 19th floor of the sky or the 25th

not on the 29th floor but on the dream nth floor of the sky

and be grounded; grow graceful in.

 

how light is your flight then, that matters.

 

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Gift

 

A day so happy.

Fog lifted early I worked in the garden.

Hummingbirds were stopping over honeysuckle flowers.

There was no thing on earth I wanted to possess.

I knew no man worth my envying him.

Whatever evil I had suffered, I forgot.

To think that once I was the same man didn’t embarrass me.

In my body I felt no pain.

On straightening up, I saw the blue sea and sails.

 

This Only

 

A valley and above it forests in autumn colors.

A voyager arrives, a map leads him there.

Or perhaps memory. Once long ago in the sun,

When snow first fell, riding this way

He felt joy, strong, without reason,

Joy of the eyes. Everything was the rhythm

Of shifting trees, of a bird in flight,

Of a train on the viaduct, a feast in motion.

He returns years later, has no demands.

He wants only one, most precious thing:

To see, purely and simply, without name,

Without expectations, fears, or hopes,

At the edge where there is no I or not-I.

 

 

Czeslaw Milosz

 

Humility consists in knowing that in what we call ‘I’ there is no source of energy by which we can rise. ` Simone Weil

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"Poems are machines for questioning preconceived ideas in any case, and any good poem will undermine its own worldview as much as hold it." Jane Hirshfield ✽

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