Juniper Katherine Bunch
February 7, 2007
7lbs 10oz
Courteous as a guest.
Fluid as melting ice.
Shapable as a block of wood.
Receptive as a valley.
Tao 15
Sunday, February 18, 2007
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She finds deep in her own experience the central truths of the art of living, which are paradoxical only on the surface: that the more truly solitary we are, the more compassionate we can be; the more we let go of what we love, the more present our love becomes; the clearer our insight into what is beyond good and evil, the more we can embody the good. Until finally she is able to say, in all humility, "I am the Tao, the Truth, the Life." S. Mitchell
Not a Tao poem, strictly speaking, but a Juniper poem for sure....
ReplyDeleteOn First Seeing My Granddaughter in Sonograms
Asleep in the amniotic night, enfolded
in the sound of your mother’s steady surge,
you wait for the wave that will take you
to our strange shore. Namasté--
I greet the light in you, even
as the stars grow dimmer around me.
With each frame you become more distinct,
each day closer to your descent
into this life, its objects
and affections, your hands opened
outward, fingers flexed, as I pause to press
my palms together, namasté.
I await your arrival to share for a time
this thin strand in the widening world.
Namaste, Stephen. Thank you for the poem. "she is present, and can welcome all things." Tao 15, Juniper
ReplyDeletewow! what a beautiful page! tha baby, the poem, the wordlayers! this is great!
ReplyDeleteCongratulation and much Joy!
ReplyDeleteDeborah