September 30, 2011

No Miracles, Please

Avenue of Poplars in Autumn

I would rather sense you
as the earth senses you.
In my ripening
what you are.

No miracles, please.
Just let your laws
become clearer
from generation to generation.

From The Book of Hours II, 15

1 comment:

  1. i walk away a little sadder. the laws, from generation to generation - why is it that we have to start over each time? we never get any further. it seems we wind up further back but even this is a ruse, i think. mankind begins again each time, and mostly fails. we will always fail. it is what keeps us going. but to fail drastically without knowledge or gratitude! mostly, without gratitude, this is our worst failing.



"Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night."

~ Rainer Maria Rilke

Go ahead, bloom recklessly!