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Of Tides and of Seasons
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Of Tides and of Seasons |
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WindWalker Senior Member
since 2001-10-12
Posts 1218 |
A wind blows and leaves scatter, a wind all too familiar; another wind comes and scents of delicate flowers fill the night air: and what do they all mean, these strange, strange winds but that the Earth is changing her seasons and scenery? Is it any different with those of us tied to her cycles? As the tides, our cycles can be brief, thunderous even or they can stretch monotonously through months and years but of change, that we can be sure -- of change we will taste. We build in valleys; hang castles on sides of rocky peaks; our brief sojourn walled in and roofed upon and floored under to keep the sand, rocks and mud from soiling our softened feet; to keep snow and rain, heat and insects from harming our skin. In our comfort, do we not often forget this inescapable fact: that a human life is very short, and not always so very sweet? Do we not forget to share the temporary blessing of one life experienced briefly in such flimsy tents we call our bodies? Late in the night, more often than not, I feel this call; not frightening, not pleasant; a definite wistfulness unformed. It is the call of the wild, the pull of the unknown, as if to say: your time here is almost done, and are you ready for the road? I'd like to say I do not feel a deep regret, a great sadness knowing I have to leave, knowing so much is left unseen; undone; I'd like to say I do not feel a great relief to know this much: There seems no way I can prevent my boarding this last bus. In my small way, in my meek wanderings, I learned this much: life does not consist of being well always, or being rich or right; nor does it consist of being pleasantly sated, and always satisfied. Life consists in traveling lightly, freely and finally letting go the string. There is one last strange wind to blow from the sea, silent as a desert and only I will taste that wind, and only I will know where it goes to. It will be the last change of seasons for this body I have called home. I cannot say I will be sad; I cannot say I will be glad. All I can say is: I accept. |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
WindWalker, This is well written, and philosophically interesting. In my present state of youth (71), I lean more heavily towards Dylan Thomas and his “Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night” "Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light." Bobby |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
One Who Walks With the Wind ~ A plethora of emotions ran through my body ~ and my spirit, as I read your graceful words of acceptance and surrendering. Que sera, sera. What will be will be. I truly had a tear spill from my eye (the left one!  ) as a came to the close of this eloquent penning.May your time be a long time in coming. You spread such beauty and divine understanding through your poetry. With love and respect, Linda |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Ooooops! ~ a  |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Your deep wisdom and gift of expression is a gift to all of your readers. I keep many of your poems to read again and again not only because I enjoy them but because I learn from them. Ida |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
I love the concept the final wind belongs to you, WW, and you alone. But I believe your words and deeds will remain aloft and free to travel long after the physical body releases the spirit of who you are. This is a humbling read, profoundly intimate yet universal. May that final season for each of us be a peaceful one, however long it lasts. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
I had to re-visit this a second time today. This is one poem that MUST find itself in my library.  Thanks, WW!"it's always something..." |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
profound and superbly written! I am especially fond of: "Life consists in traveling lightly, freely and finally letting go the string. There is one last strange wind to blow from the sea, silent as a desert and only I will taste that wind, and only I will know where it goes to..." significant and sustained applause for this 'penning!' |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
I agree with Midnitesun! Much Enjoyed! ARCTIC WIND |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Whilst I seldom agree with absolutely everything you say - as is true about this poem, I agree with most of it. I enjoyed your your philosophy and the images and sounds and senses in your poem very much. Thank you for letting us walk with you on your mind path. - Owl |
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