When nothing beckons --
When the striving
And the gasping,
The wrenching,
The breaking-down;
When the struggle to
Be
In the face of the
Relentless rush
Of non-Being
Seems too much--
Remember that
Nothing
Is not the absence
Of everything.
No-thingness
Lives in its own
Dark universe,
Twinned with ours;
It is the sieve that strains
Our Being.
We all pass through it;
We all live on in a sacred
Renewal,
A revivifying recombination
Of the atoms of our
Tiny selves.
The pain we feel
In holding ourselves together
Is the exquisite throbbing
Of the nerve-end
Of
Life itself.
Grasp that holy agony
And you will begin
To understand
All that is possible,
Beginning with this:
Thing
And no-thing
Are
Not two,
Not one.
We traverse the solitary seam
Of Life
On the balance beam
Of Being.
We must dance,
No matter the risk.
--Mr. Gobley
3 comments:
Does this mean that i have to get to my bookwork and stop roaming the net from favourtie grazing place to place?
I remind myself of the horses in the pasture-- you can tell where the grass is especially sweet because it's barely visible-- a thin, green veil,it shimmers in the dew. That is, opposed to where it is lush and tall-- know why??
That's where they do their business-- beware the greener grass, mr. g!!
ps-- i know i lay it on embarrassingly heavy where your talent and sentiment lie. I don't have any secret crush or wish- i just totally admire your energy and soul. Life is so hard, but when one is determined to dance no matter the risk-- what's not to admire and love?
ne kadar zorluklar olursaolsun hayatta yaşamaya değerdir,şiirde hayatı anlamlı ve yaşanır kılan ögelerden biridir,yazmayan okumayan,görmeyen ,incelemeyen,araştırmayanbir hayatdüşünemiyorum
"The sieve that strains our being" -- wonderful phrase.
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