hollows show with stars
in sequence all these years
paralyzed only by the possibility
of time... if this world were mine
*
we'd follow the ripples on the path
to where we widen daily treads
into the light, though the trail
turns water as salty as tears
*
the sound of the sea is
so close to the humming om
of planets... of eternity folding--
dissolving all we can ever know...
*
reversing presents, lining calendar
days in black, and yet bringing
the urgent surf of every day
where we learn to love
__________
Pic: Nu's photo of Amma, Chelli, and me. I love that that there are complimentary wheelchairs at most museums.
Pic: Nu's photo of Amma, Chelli, and me. I love that that there are complimentary wheelchairs at most museums.
14 comments:
What a great photo of the three of you!
Beautiful imagery in that poem!
Nice.
That IS a lovely photo of you both. And you're right about the wheelchair. They've saved my tail more than once when we were in England six years ago.
I love "the urgent surf of every day" and "humming om." What a great photo, and yes, how lovely when museums provide wheelchairs.
Beautiful photo and beautiful poem, Maya! I hope you all are enjoying yourselves!
"...if this world were mine...all we can ever know"
This part is truly the heart of the poem for me. It's wistful and beautiful and describes the vastness of memory, time, and the universe. How we are small within it, yet what we encompass is part of it, and as Whitman says, we are large and contain multitudes.
Thanks, Nicole!
Thank you, Gillian!
Thanks Jeanie! It's such a simple thing and not super expensive. I might write to a few places in India.
Thank you, Suzanne! (Those were the parts I was happy about, too!)
Thank you, Jenny; we are :)!
Now I feel the urgency to go back to Whitman, Nance... or to see eternity in a toddler's eyes/feet <3
“The urgent surf of everyday,
Where we learn to love”
I’m saving this. I need this.
Hugs
Daria from NJ
Thank you, Daria. Hugs back!
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