I’ll grow a beard
live on the tide,
turn to stone
or dandelion yellow.
Become water
race in the ebb,
grow talons, take flight,
lay down as grass
sun brown and blazing.
Something will change me
yet behind the faces
I’ll be the one watching,
rock shore deep,
hummingbird fast,
back to the invisible.
Always behind it all is the All, and you say it nicely for it is in the remembering that it is known and knows itself. Thanks Don
Thank you, Don. Here is (little) me, being eyes and ears for the ONE watching and enjoying “your” poem.
I love this poem
I have a yearning for returning to the invisible from whence I came. Thank you, Don.
Thank you
Stoned again… Which lifetime is this Bro?
Ah,yes…the power of the Observer of the ego.
Being the Watcher is more of who I am than being the entangler.
Don… This poem is a marvel of inspired construction, informed of the vast knowing of your Spirit, curated by the humility of your heart… & your love of creation…
This is right in line with my reading earlier this week of the Buddha’s teaching to his son, Rahula. Then “nugget” was, “This [whatever “this” happens to be in the moment] is not mine, this I am not, this is not my self.”
I so appreciate your seeing and speaking Truth.
May I use this in a future Dharma talk? (With proper credit given, of course.)
Lovely. Sigh…. 🙂
Very nice Don
I liked the simplicity
The shape shifting happens right before my eyes………how wondrous!
Wow, Don. This is awesome. Thanks so much.
It seems to me you really worked on keeping your language stripped down to essentials with all the little articles and connectors pruned back. I think that creates a strong architecture for the poem. Now the mystery and the meaning glow through like burnished gold.
I love the theme and might give it a shot myself. ❤️😎😇
What Sandy said…and the stripped-down-to-the-essentials created a rhythm and an urgency and at the same time an inevitability. Ahh, good stuff! xo