Monday 10 December 2012

Day 171: Being


And this is what poetry does best: explains somewhat to us the great (starry) mystery of being.




Being - Don Paterson

Silent comrade of the distances,
Know that space dilates with your own breath;
ring out, as a bell into the Earth
from the dark rafters of its own high place-


then watch what feeds on you grow strong again.
learn the transformations through and through:
what in your life has most tormented you?
If the water's sour, turn it into wine.


Our senses cannot fathom this night, so
Be the meaning of their strange encounter;
at their crossing, be the radiant centre.


And should the world itself forget your name
Say this to the still earth: I flow.
Say this to the quick stream: I am.


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