December 2011
6 posts
in one gust the last leaf decides: gone
Robert Henry Poulin
The Uses of Sorrow
(In my sleep I dreamed this poem)
Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift.
-Mary Oliver
The time has come to turn your heart into a temple of fire. - Rumi
Each year, when the cold chalk fingers of deep December wrap our bones
in frosty white, I, too, my love, slide under a downward lid of thickening thought -
that all that blossoms also fades, and falls too fast,
and winter always comes.
Yet, see up there, my love, my sweet? The last full moon of the year rests
grand and weightless high: an ornament strung by invisible hands,
perfectly...
Dance for the span of the universe that you are. All we are, as humans, is a span of flesh and consciousness. We each are a tiny swath of the universe where whatever energy it is that composes the universe is alive in us, as us, coming to life through us. The movement of life expresses itself in every movement we make. Every movement we make shapes that energy, gives it form, and sends it...
This is how I would die into the love I have for you: as pieces of cloud dissolve in sunlight. -Rumi