OLD MEN
remaining silent:
no one knows
whether we are becoming wise,
or more foolish.
watching the endless river.
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Posts Tagged ‘age’
Old Men
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged acquiescence, age, irony, Poetry, wisdom on June 23, 2019| 2 Comments »
Old Friend
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged age, aging, friends, life, mystery, Poetry, survivors on November 26, 2017| Leave a Comment »
OLD FRIEND
We are declining, you and I,
As a dream that senses dawn.
Certainty thins and colours wan,
The story, less convincing, wavers.
Many we have known have now awoken.
Lost to us, they have slipped into new light.
Our hearts now as silent as autumn,
Feeling the creep of gold and azure;
A yearning to be wrapped in simple night.
The mantra and its music still infuse our bones,
The hum of joy within the blood.
Our future is a low mist, down on the hills,
A pearly light that moves with mystery.
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Conversations with Invisible friends 12
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged age, art, awareness, consciousness, emptiness, fullness, landscape, matter, metaphysics, mind, nature, Poetry on April 16, 2014| 2 Comments »
OPEN
Beyond doing,
beyond not doing,
beyond beginning again
and remembering.
Disbelieving nothing,
the old man,
walking
through walls.
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WITHIN WITHOUT
Neither is it the wind
Nor the tree
That howls
In this storm:
In the convolution of the ear,
In the eye’s tear,
In the blood’s roar,
It finds a home.
Emptiness
Finding and losing
Edges.
Bitter beauty,
Is beauty
Nonetheless.
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KEEN
Slaked,
tongue cup still tastes,
somewhere,
sharp sorrow,
pulse.
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DEFINE
Clarity: not a knowing,
not a thing,
not graspable,
never owned.
It is a landscape, high,
with a wind from the mountains,
a forgetting of,
a removal of frames and views,
cold on the tip of the tongue….
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RESOUND
When we hear a phrase of the tune we have always danced to,
we remember and forget,
become more and less ourselves.
That’s it, that’s it.
Struck dumb by namelessness,
bright eyed,
melting.
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simonhlilly 