Stone walls run for miles
across rolling hills green as the envy
of drier countries, and I a gateway through.
The element of freedom
in a tamed land, creaking hinges
sing for me my song. I allow
the men to breathe
a bit easier. I don't straddle any fence,
but connect the stable sundered walls
with a swinging motion,
and join as well the spaces that they bound.
The docile sheep pass, the dogs,
the herders and the kings;
both barrier and bridge,
I am what the mystics sought.
Like the old stone circles
made all of open doors, I am the thin place
where the worlds begin to mingle.
I am the little nothing
between inhale and exhale,
the point of decision
between going and staying,
the tiny gap where no one built
that gives the rest its meanings.
Author notes
"We join spokes together in a wheel,
but it is the center hole
that makes the wagon move." --Tao Te Ching, chapter 11
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I am the little nothing
between inhale and exhale,
the point of decision
between going and staying,
the tiny gap where no one built
that gives the rest its meanings.
WONDERFUL.
thank you.
Love,
jin -
Now you are talking! it is the still centre within each of us, and within life itself which gives Life power and meaning. The best poem I have read today. Lets focus on the gap betwean thoughts, that is were heaven lies
David
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Wow, thank you so much, very kind of you to say.
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