Friday, September 5, 2008

Delicate sound of thunder, after the storm



Yes, a change is coming. Clouds are clearing! After all this time, I still don't recognize my own patterns. I think I might have reached a plateau, spiritual, intellectual, etc. And I have been through this. When the storm clears, I will also see clearly the next path, re-creation. I should be welcomed by this, not upset!

So I found an old poem I posted on a blog 3 years ago, when I hit a plateau previously...

Walt Whitman - In Midnight Sleep.

Poem of the Day, February 17th 2005

1
IN midnight sleep, of many a face of anguish,
Of the look at first of the mortally wounded—of that indescribable
look;
Of the dead on their backs, with arms extended wide,
I dream, I dream, I dream.

2
Of scenes of nature, fields and mountains;
Of skies, so beauteous after a storm—and at night the moon so
unearthly bright,
Shining sweetly, shining down, where we dig the trenches and gather
the heaps,
I dream, I dream, I dream.

3
Long, long have they pass'd—faces and trenches and fields;
Where through the carnage I moved with a callous composure—or away
from the fallen,
Onward I sped at the time—But now of their forms at night,
I dream, I dream, I dream.

2 comments:

  1. Wow you've been blogging a while! :) I've been going through a transition period myself lately, and it feels good to look back at a few months or even weeks ago..and see how much I've grown. Have a great weekend! :)

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  2. Maybe you met someone who, at first, made you feel small. The "giving up" is like "give it up for..." (applause). The smallness is a rest... time for "all the rest".

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