I’ve been laid low for the last week or more with an awful virus… so I couldn’t blog, as I couldn’t think… yet so many things happened that are keeping me on the road of nurturing ME, and finding out what really matters to me, despite of – or because of being ill. Sometimes blessings come in disguise. I read this poem today… and loved it..
Now I become myself. It’s taken Time, many years and places, I have been dissolved and shaken, Worn other people’s faces, Run madly, as if Time were there, Terribly old, crying a warning, “hurry, you will be dead before —–” (What? Before you reach the morning? or the end of the poem, is clear? Or love safe in the walled city?) Now to stand still, to be here, Feel my own weight and density!….. Now there is time and Time is young. O, in this single hour I live All of myself and do not move I, the pursued, who madly ran, Stand still, stand still, and stop the Sun!