Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Poem: Time Travel

Time Travel

Spent, I take
two friends: a mystery volume
and Jager’s gentle comments
to the deck
this spring evening.

In a while
three maple trees
looming
round
reach me: their
breath
song
intangible touch
enters.

I let go my book.
I listen, look.
Two geese squawk,
flying low across the evening.

I breathe.
And again,
breathe:
the self I am not
saved by the Self that is.


My thanks to Mary Teresa, poet and long-time member  of  our Des Moines Meditation and Mindfulness Group. The book she references is "Mysticism for Modern Times: Conversations with Willigis Jager," one of my all-time  favorites.

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