I wake to sleep and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep and take my waking slow.
Of those close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs the winding stair;
I wake to sleep and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
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If this poetry touches you, why aren't you writing poetry.. or are you?
Unfortunately, I am not writing at this time. My muse checked out a long time ago and I lost her phone number. I will keep searching though. The wellsprings of creativity are so unpredictable but in general, my sobriety has brought me closer to the passion of poetry than I have been in a long time. We'll see.
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