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Anthem to eternal return

The birds they sang

At the break of day

Start again

I heard them say

Don't dwell on what has passed away

Or what is yet to be

In the Turnersque light and fire of a morning under a waning moon there's a crow, random, irrelevant signage and the pyramids. Just another day in the desert.

Return to center urges the sign I meet on a recent day of respite where I took a little walk in a park. The weathered and fading words lie on the ground, well camouflaged, easy to miss. It is not clear to me whether they command or offer directional advice. We asked for signs/The signs were sent

I am on a trail in Lake Caballo State Park. This little walk was a tad unplanned, undertaken on impulse, after noticing a sign...we asked for signs...in a parking lot near the park entrance. And because I had nothing else to do, nowhere else to be at the time.

I find myself meandering without a map on a well maintained trail through creosote bush with the occasional opuntia.

There's an overlook with a bench and lovely view of Caballo lake and the familiar horizon of Caballo mountains, a view more often seen from water level in my kayak

The marked trail loops and meets itself ourobus style and there's me with feet committed to a path of eternal return. Meandering without a map, indeed, but enjoying the view, nothing else to do, nowhere else to be.

"We die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language. That may be the measure of our lives.Toni Morrison.

Anthem - Leonard Cohen


The birds they sang

At the break of day

Start again

I heard them say

Don't dwell on what has passed away

Or what is yet to be


Ah, the wars they will be fought again

The holy dove, she will be caught again

Bought and sold, and bought again

The dove is never free


Ring the bells that still can ring

Forget your perfect offering

There is a crack, a crack in everything

That's how the light gets in


We asked for signs

The signs were sent

The birth betrayed

The marriage spent

Yeah, and the widowhood

Of every government

Signs for all to see


I can't run no more

With that lawless crowd

While the killers in high places

Say their prayers out loud

But they've summoned, they've summoned up

A thundercloud

They're going to hear from me


Ring the bells that still can ring

Forget your perfect offering

There is a crack, a crack in everything

That's how the light gets in


You can add up the parts

But you won't have the sum

You can strike up the march

There is no drum

Every heart, every heart

To love will come

But like a refugee


Ring the bells that still can ring

Forget your perfect offering

There is a crack, a crack in everything

That's how the light gets in


Ring the bells that still can ring

Forget your perfect offering

There is a crack, a crack in everything

That's how the light gets in

That's how the light gets in


That's how the light gets in


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rchris822
Jan 01

Beautiful

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kaydee777
kaydee777
Jan 02
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Thankyou! Always appreciate your reading.

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