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| Venus at dawn over the Pacific Ocean, by Brocken Inagloryon Wikipedia |
THE
ONLY WAY
I
am not afraid of dying. I’ve already died at least a thousand times and come
out, maybe chastened, maybe childlike, on the other side. I might have said, if
I had words for it, I hate it here. I
want my old life back. But there’s no future in that, is there? “Onward,”
says my wise friend, pointing easterly.
Without
a more appealing prospect, I obey and turn and see a light, a brighter one than
shone before, and hear a softer, sweeter voice than what was shrill and
screaming in the pain of yesterday, the dream I’d just awakened from.
And so it
is (as if it were a choice I’d made – my will instead of, in the end, the only
way to bliss), toward that new star, benign in April’s misty dawn, above new
streams and gently rising hills, that I begin.
For Rod Colvin, April 2014
KRISHNAMURTI’S SECRET
I don’t mind what happens,
Krishnamurti said. I nod.
I know exactly what he means,
and yet I can’t help wondering
if Krishnamurti ever loved
a rugby team
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