Thursday, January 17, 2013

beyond becoming and perishing

Near the rose, in this grove of sun-parched,
wind-warped madrones
Among the half-dead trees,
I came upon the true ease of myself,
As if another person appeared out of the depths of my being,
And I stood outside myself,
Beyond becoming and perishing.
A something wholly other,
As if I swayed out on the wildest wave alive,
And yet was still.
And I rejoiced in being what I was.

-Theodore Roethke

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