I take a wee break and peek at Panhala and come across this lovely poem.
It reminds me of when I was trimming Rosemary the other day. I made the cut and felt myself as the newly opened space and separation and the two parts and earth and sky.
Enjoy!!
Looking, Walking, Being
"The World is not something to
look at, it is something to be in."
-- Mark Rudman
I look and look.
Looking's a way of being: one becomes,
sometimes, a pair of eyes walking.
Walking wherever looking takes one.
The eyes
dig and burrow into the world.
They touch
fanfare, howl, madrigal, clamor.
World and the past of it,
not only
visible present, solid and shadow
that looks at one looking.
And language? Rhythms
of echo and interruption?
That's
a way of breathing.
breathing to sustain
looking,
walking and looking,
through the world,
in it.
~ Denise Levertov ~
"The World is not something to
look at, it is something to be in."
-- Mark Rudman
I look and look.
Looking's a way of being: one becomes,
sometimes, a pair of eyes walking.
Walking wherever looking takes one.
The eyes
dig and burrow into the world.
They touch
fanfare, howl, madrigal, clamor.
World and the past of it,
not only
visible present, solid and shadow
that looks at one looking.
And language? Rhythms
of echo and interruption?
That's
a way of breathing.
breathing to sustain
looking,
walking and looking,
through the world,
in it.
~ Denise Levertov ~
(Poems, 1960-1967)
