We don’t grow older, we grow riper.
- Pablo Picasso
‘Ant on a stone mill’, by Zen Master Hakuin Ekaku (1686-1769).
The Fitting, Mary Cassatt, 1890-1891, Cleveland Museum of Art
I do kind gestures. Remove my appendix.
I put my ear to a flat shell and—nothing.
I play the lottery ironically. Get married.
Have a smear test. I put my ear to the beak
of a dead bird—nothing. I grow wisdom
teeth. Jog. I pick up a toddler’s telephone,
Hello? — No answer. I change a light bulb
on my own. Organize a large party. Hire
a clown. Attend a four-day stonewalling
course. Have a baby. Stop eating Coco Pops.
I put my ear right up to the slack and gaping
bonnet of a daffodil—. Get divorced. Floss.
Describe a younger person’s music taste as
“just noise.” Enjoy perusing a garden centre.
Sit in a pub without drinking. I stand at the
lip of a pouting valley—speak to me!
My echo plagiarizes. I land a real love plus
two real cats. I never meet the talking bird
again. Or the yawning hole. The panther
of purple wisps who prowls inside the air.
I change nappies. Donate my eggs. Learn
a profound lesson about sacrifice. Brunch.
No singing floorboards. No vents leaking
scentless instructions. My mission is over.
The world has zipped up her second mouth.
― Sanity, by Caroline Bird
Source: Poetry (February 2019)
We are the sky
All the rest is weather.
Misquoted from Pema Chödrön and darling BB or Bellissima Belinda
無門關
The real sign of accomplishment is the decreasing of your afflictive emotions, and that your mind is becoming more peaceful. ~ Yangthang Rinpoche
Robert Doisneau (1912-1994) French photographer “You educate a man; you educate a man. You educate a woman; you educate a generation.” ― Brigham Young