The Zen of Discernment
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As we go through life, how much do we
discern regarding the nature of our surroundings, and how much do we take for
granted?
This poem is a villanelle.
THE ZEN OF DISCERNMENT
Like ghosts, our years pass us,
(the mixed blessings of memory)
as hauntingly beautiful as stars
No lesser regard for science
than Earth Mother’s finer poetry,
like ghosts, our years pass us,
Images of laughter and tears
finest art can only ever but copy,
as hauntingly beautiful as stars
No hopes wing more precious
than family and friends in harmony;
like ghosts our years pass us
Come birdsong to fine old trees,
so joy and pain creating our history,
as hauntingly beautiful as stars
As centuries turn nature’s leaves,
so each human heart creates eternity
like ghosts, our years pass us,
as hauntingly beautiful as stars
Copyright R. N. Taber 2012
Copyright R. N. Taber 2012
[From: Tracking
the Torchbearer by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2012]
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