I measure the hill by rhythm of breath
Collecting to inhale at each second push
My left foot makes against the slope
To keep from gasping on the out-breath
On this long morning walk
To get a look down on where
My life has been keeping itself.
After each burst of speed I watch my heart,
So momentum won't slow with a sudden droop;
My hepatitis war wound lets me off for today
My energy carries me forty steps at one go,
But around me are circles of darkness:
Everything that tried to tear me down,
From dangers of speed-car youth,
To networks that don't reweave
And judgments that slice my fingers,
My life fought to bring itself here
Through all the circles of yin;
It's better this way, to work against the drag
Than to inflate toward sudden explosion.
It's better to be occluded, a knot of desire,
Dust devil whipped into a shape
With landscapes of inner whorl and grain,
Dust devil stirred up by energy
Empetalled around its plan,
Knowing many aims, and so entangling more,
Seeing how emptiness around the knots awaits
Differently from emptiness above loose sand,
So emptiness may not always be the same.
First let energy learn its re-gathering
Then release it into emptiness
Or life can go no further.
For now submit to gravity,
Extend one foot and lean toward the next rock,
Choose the likely way to stay around,
Like remains of a journey in a jungle wreck.
O please let my shattered plan remain!
Involve me in vehicles however incomplete,
If only to place in cupboard corners, to pull out someday.
Return me down this hill to the tasks of the day.
I have failed to send my spirit abroad;
Return me to the usual buildings and grounds
To prove with my sodden spirit
Even as it clings close to my own bones,
To prove with the smallest of answerings
What it takes to leap across any gap at all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My life fought to bring itself here Through all the circles of yin; - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -I stayed on these two lines for a long while, contemplating my own life as readers are apt to do, are desired to do or why else write. I hope that many people read these lines and are left with a feeling of overall satisfaction and perhaps a bit of modest pride [yes, I know but it fits in my weird world]. For many people arrive at this point after almost-warrior type battles with the hardships they met along the way. I look around me and while I too have been to the wars. I feel that I have gone nowhere... is that true or is it that the struggle to climb through life to this point has worn out these old bones and this tired heart muscle and I'll feel triumphant later after a nice rest under the shade of a tree sipping a nice glass of lemonade? I hope your introspection leads you to a nice shady spot and a feeling of content with the content of your life. [work through that silly double! ] Tomorrow is a better day to send that spirit aloft anyway- -the breezes are reputed to be balmy tomorrow... take care my friend, there be gopher holes out there as well as slippery slopes
Wonderful comment, Susan. Indeed I have hit a couple of gopher holes. My gut-wrenching experiences have given me a taste for surveying abstract territory, so I've embarked on a project to trace life's origins, to find out how beauty got in on the ground floor. Maybe abstraction is a feint and a dodge. I can sure recognize that you give a lot in your comments... no flight responses there.