Collection the Second
The power of transformation is greater than we probably give it credit for being. In order to transform from one thing to another, the first thing must end, must die. The seed must die to become a tree, the caterpillar must die to become a butterfly, we must die to spread our wings and fly. For those of you who have read the book “The Thornbirds” you will remember the legend at the beginning of the book about the bird that sings its most beautiful song as it impales itself on a thorn. In order to become the song, the bird knows it must die. It makes its life a sacrifice for the beauty of the song.
There are writers who feel the same. Poets in particular feel the thorn even as they sing. And thus they are transformed into the poem.
These poems are not about death or dying but they contain small jewels from moments between living and dying, moments when all I have felt is the thorn and all I could do was sing.
- For a great poet
- Living Meditation
- The last walk
- Black dakhini
- White dakhini