The deciduous year attenuates
draws thin
my insubstantial resolve.
What beyond a certain grief can I make of this?
Is not failure in the striving itself?
What marks the way
between efforting and too easy acceptance?
beyond the failed dialogue between recrimination and defense?
The year contracts
Ah! Vacated Space again
at once
a stark statement of emptiness
and the quantum paradox of concurrent fullness
What remains?
non-striving stillness
awaiting
'not so much information, but transformation'*
and silence
the silence born of
profound listening.
* Rabbi David Ingber
November 28,2010
Thanksgiving
Stockbridge, MA
Ah, I do understand now that it is a memorial to a friend. Unfortunately this site does not give one time to complete a comment. I find myself typing into a poem I have not yet read. Read mine - Eternal Grief - Adeline
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nothing more to say. Touches me to the core. Breathtaking