Monday, November 7, 2016

How do I really feel?


How do I really feel? Like a leaf. As long as I’m needed, in vigor or decay, I’ll be here. And this is my blessing, to want nothing, to need nothing, to love everything, even my very own end; to express joy in uncertainty, vulnerability, and pain; to be astonished by birth, again and again; to be color when melody is near; to speak without shame and say without fear, I don’t know. I’m falling. How sweet is the air!



6 comments:

Gary B. Fitzgerald said...

Wow!

William Michaelian said...

Gary!

Gary B. Fitzgerald said...

You never cease to amaze.

Gary B. Fitzgerald said...

This leaves me in awe.

William Michaelian said...

I can’t help seeing ourselves as two kids on a playground, miles and miles, it seems, from the schoolhouse. We’ve just found something in the grass — a spider, a bug, a newly sprouted mushroom, a fresh gopher mound — and then the bell sounds. But we don’t hear it as a call to come in. We hear it as one more note in the music of this world.

Gary B. Fitzgerald said...

Yes!