The Storied Play

9/17/09

Not forgetting, but remembering

The difficulty and the burden is,

The accumulate of dreams and hopes unfilled

Bear down upon the soul a hundredweight -

Difficult to fly with such constraint.

We are tethered to a past we would not leave

Abandoning the precious years of dream.

How then shall the singing bird escape

To find new bodies when the old is done?

Lover of Autumn I look toward the Spring

And put aside the winter-thoughts of years

Ill-spent in desire's endless search

Or the errant paths of mind who would be king

And master of this house of aging flesh.

A higher nature calls and would release

From its imprisonment the grieving heart,

The hurried mind seeking to complete

The work it thinks essential and unique.

Calmer now I watch the storied play,

Cognizant of forces watching me,

Benevolent, compassionate and strong,

Attentive to assist at every call

That issues from the clear and inmost heart.