Voices of Light From Billy Collins

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Directions (excerpt)
if this is your day you might even
spot a hare or feel the wing-beats of geese
driving overhead toward some destination.
But it is hard to speak of these things
how the voices of light enter the body
and begin to recite their stories
how the earth holds us painfully against
its breast made of humus and brambles
how we who will soon be gone regard
the entities that continue to return
greener than ever, spring water flowing
through a meadow and the shadows of clouds
passing over the hills and the ground
where we stand in the tremble of thought
taking the vast outside into ourselves.
~ Billy Collins ~
(The Art of Drowning)

Billy Collins seems to be my teacher of the week. Every time I read him I want to fling myself into the maw of his thinigy truth and yell YES!

As I say farewell  to one friend after a long struggle and I get news of two others walking close to the end of life the words of this poem were just the words I needed to hear today. They arrived  this morning from Panhala@yahoogroups.com a poem a day sight I fallow.

I did say resurrection in the title: two weeks ago the whole hard drive on my computer died taking everything on it into the grave. Thank goodness for Mac Geniuses and Apple Care insurance and little thumb drives most everything was restored.  It really did seem a resurrection  because, I thought of Lazarus as all my photos appeared fully restored from the backup, drive but for a while it seemed dire. This was a good lesson in attachment to things and backing up the back ups. I posted from my phone which most of the time worked. Oh how I wish for such simple fixes for my dear friends… those are my recent “unspeakable stories.”  Feel free to share yours here.

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