Sunday, August 23, 2015

stillness - the sonnet


I sit at ma's house on my way to Nepal,
though when asked, the I Ching replied, "be still."
Do I not listen like some know-it-all,
or do I "be all here" right up until .  . . ?

Ma sleeps, wakes and sleeps - too soon, a long sleep.
May it be deep rather than the restless
rest which made much of her life way too steep.
Will my journey help her to find stillness?

Himalaya means "abode of snow",
and I with no home nor knowing what rest means
thinks to find someplace which only she'll know.
I'm either a good son - or full of beans.

The truth is, where you are will soon be empty,
so give what you can - all your empathy.

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