I said it before
and I will say it again.Oregon afternoon
eyes search/seeking for meaning in
sun? sky? tree? cloud? air? me?
and not for the first time either
of course.What happened? What changed that day?
Black Forest morning walking
within
sun, sky, tree, cloud, air, me.
Not searching, nothing found
Well, OK then….
OK folks please do not run off with lots of ideas about what I have written here. Read at face value, let it go and get on with your day. Meaning comes and goes. Let it.
I have limited access to the Internet for the next couple of weeks, probably, so I am likely to post telegrams rather than letters.
Your poem reminded me of what I wrote one afternoon at the temple in the “in-between-time” of winter and spring:
There is a day
Between winter and spring
When neither snow falls
Nor one bird sings
Left alone
In a silent, bare
Land of eye and ear.
Still,
A sound
A sight
Rises
Unannounced
From the up-reaching, barren
Branched trees
Eye and Ear
Found full
Then back again
To the day
Between winter and spring.