Bitter winds of winter --
but later, river willow,
open up your buds.
Pampas grass, now dry,
once bent this way
and that.
Inhale, exhale
Forward, back
Living, dying:
Arrows, let flown each to each
Meet midway and slice
The void in aimless flight --
Thus I return to the source.
On a complete side issue, I've spent--
a) the last week grading my students' exams
b) the last two days writing code, and,
c) the last five hours replacing my guitar's strings.
All of the above have frustrated me in roughly equal measure (I'm reminded of the quote/limerick -- "Problems worthy of attack/prove their worth by fighting back"), but I'm happy to report that I won in the end. Hah!
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Here is a thought on life (instead of death) extrapolated from the quote by Chris Sharma - " This activity of “rock climbing” is merely one of many ways to exist, pass the time, and evolve and grow from one moment to the next. That’s all." I think it is apt to replace the phrase 'rock climbing' in particular with the word 'passion' that is specific to an inspired person.
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