February 8, 2013 by chrisbkm
I want to age like Po Chü-i.
Loss; sky-perfect emptiness.
Long days; slow shuffle, turning earthly grace.
My threadbare blanket left folded on a chair.
Posted in Life, Poetry | Tagged aging, change, Chinese poets, David Hinton, life, mystery, peace, Tao | 9 Comments
Ooooooooo — sounds a tad stark for my liking Chris!
Different perspectives for sure. Worthy of conversation no doubt. Look forward to getting together later this afternoon.
I love the combination of the deeply profound with the tangible here…the sky perfect emptiness and the threadbare blanket… Wonderful, Chris, thank you.
This feels lonely.
the profundity of those moments…nicely written…
Brrrr – chilly here though not to your standards but am glad my blanket on the chair is not threadbare. Tranquil poem …
others felt loss, I feel acceptance….beautiful words Chris!
Thank you! And exactly. His acceptance of the processes of life are beautiful and inspiring. The unwritten lines were that he ages like a leaf changing colour.
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