Monday, November 14, 2022

Precarious Paradise

 

Life is beautiful…

time is short…

circumstances are uncertain.

 

If you lived during the Renaissance,

when you could expect to live to be

thirty five, you´d be saying

¨Carpe Diem¨ all over the place.

 

I see my life arc clearly, and the

momentum, and the direction,

fruition of karma, of effort, of not

giving up,

to this point of square one,

the point of return,

the ¨rock and bone

shop of the heart¨. (Yeats)

 

Standing on the edge of the vast

whatever, enjoying the perfume

of a gardenia.

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