What will draw me
from the unleavened mass,
to rise beyond the rigid shape
and rule of expectation
to one breath of air,
one glimpse of daylight
and the knowledge so rare
of freedom.
What will draw me
from the unleavened mass,
to rise beyond the rigid shape
and rule of expectation
to one breath of air,
one glimpse of daylight
and the knowledge so rare
of freedom.
This is beautiful Don, I am left with only one answer. Bravo!!
Perfect Don. To rise above the cultural catechism that binds, the cargo cult behavior that stifles… the only path to freedom.
My response..
Suspended I am
Between the self indulgence of self
And insignificance in a vast universe
Don…short ….and very sweet!
And, there’s only one answer, my friend, and we know what it is……Life, beautiful, pure, abundant life…… always, in every moment, offering an invitation like no other………….Thankfulness fills me now. Just lovely, Don……..
Remembrance…
You do pure Witness so well.
Don, Your last few poems have touched on such beauty of the natural world. They are helpful for me in this time of need.
Understood. When mechanisms of the human mind break down…
As I draw my next breath… and another… and another… I am reminded of my morning prayer… thank you, Creator, for the breath of life… and thank you, Don, for the remembrance.
and the rare knowledge
of freedom?