Growing old
I love the quiet that used to disturb me.
I have distance on my life.
The boast and pity of self-regard
have fallen somewhat behind.
Heading home,
the home I carry with me,
I settle into the clouds.
On the mountain
I sit quietly in a sage meadow
visited by the same bees that make lovers
of flowering bushes.
I become part of the golden comb hidden
in the hive humming with delight.”
~ Stephen Levine
- Credits: Image – Heidi Rakels by Stephan Vanfleteren. Poem Source – A Poet Reflects from “An Echo Of Wang Wei’s Reply To Vice Magistrate Chang,” from Inquiring Mind (Fall 2010)
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