this could be about my practice

Jane Kenyon


I got out of bed
on two strong legs.
It might have been
otherwise. I ate
cereal, sweet
milk, ripe, flawless
peach. It might have been otherwise.
I took the dog uphill
to the birch wood.
All morning i did the work i love.

At noon I lay down
with my mate. It might
have been otherwise.
We ate dinner together
at a table with silver
candlesticks. It might
have been otherwise.
I slept in a bed
in a room with paintings
on the walls, and
planned another day
just like this day.
But one day, I know,
it will be otherwise.


(0v0) said...

She was feeling what I have been feeling, in her way, I guess.


eeyore said...

you're the very best! wuv wu

eeyore said...

and owl, i need this because unless i'm sharp as a rasoir i miss my window of opportunity to post chez toi. i took your thought to heart and have my ticket to miami and then the purple isle. hope to see you there?

(0v0) said...

you are so perceptive. part donkey, part basset? they can be quick chez moi, truly.

i didn't know there was a landing strip on the purple isle. maybe same place as the wide spot in the road where the real original african queen (bogey and kate's boat) is sitting out out on display, rotting in the salty heat.

i will fly with you in spirit... you are, truly, so lucky to see SKPJ this time. Still, i think, there is a certain energy there. a refinement, and a sense of nonduality that is offered.

call me a believer.

ld said...

It is good to be a believer. We need more believers.

eeyore said...

ld, i believe in you.

ld said...

thanks eeyore!

cranky housefrau said...

you are going to the purple isle?? if you are a foot kisser, will you give his feet a kiss for me?

Anonymous said...

god, i'm depressed now

eeyore said...

for you, ch, i will kiss his feet.
laksmi, i'm sad, too! yay!