Oh, to know the center
the middle
of things
an intimate knowledge of beginnings
without the fear of that other way-far-off-stage
waiting for
a piece of mail
waiting for
a piece of mail
a check
a visit from a loved one.
Beginnings
are unfilled pods
unripe fruit
a hint of a true self.
unripe fruit
a hint of a true self.
Only endings offer completeness.
Oh, how much more useful
it might be to know
it might be to know
the ending
that molting
that molting
being
we fear to become.
we fear to become.
This is so wise, so full of insight .. I will print it, keep it in my 'book of amazing poetry.' I turn 71 tomorrow, this seems especially appropriate today.
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday, Helen!
DeleteThought-provoking, Rosaria. Bear is going to have to think.
ReplyDeleteEloquent and thought provoking words that resound with where my life is today.
ReplyDeleteI'll be pondering this for a while!
ReplyDeleteI've often thought that it's good we don't know what awaits us since we can't imagine how we would survive some of it. But I appreciate this perspective that knowing the ending might make us less fearful to become fully us. Yes, I like this thought.
ReplyDeletei have been thinking a great deal on the middle, on half way. rosaria, i think it is an illusion, as too beginnings and endings. every damn moment is all of these)))
ReplyDeletei love: Beginnings
are unfilled pods
unripe fruit
a hint of a true self.
but this is our every moment, rosaria. we will never never know, only be in the process of knowing:)
xo
erin