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
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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.
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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.