Friday, October 05, 2018
"Getting Ready"––Poem by Dorothy
Getting Ready
At twenty, you felt
that all that was needed
was to introduce them
to beauty, which was also truth,
and they would respond
with joy.
They did not listen,
were restless,
eager
to get out for practice
on the field.
At forty,
you knew better,
had found some close
companions,
shared energies
in an intimate way,
then loss unexpected,
unexplained.
What did it mean?
Fifty, expansion,
the Goddess arrived,
ecstasy extreme,
how did this happen?
Often She returned,
no one understood.
Something evolving,
world washed and clean,
Beloved Within as guru.
Now, readying for departure,
you look back
as everything––
those passionate encounters,
the seasons of the golden branches,
those sweet thrills in the blood,
all recede, shapeless in haze of forgetfulness,
world as spectacle,
now grateful for the gifts
that were given,
the lessons
that they brought.
Dorothy Walters
October 5, 2018
At twenty, you felt
that all that was needed
was to introduce them
to beauty, which was also truth,
and they would respond
with joy.
They did not listen,
were restless,
eager
to get out for practice
on the field.
At forty,
you knew better,
had found some close
companions,
shared energies
in an intimate way,
then loss unexpected,
unexplained.
What did it mean?
Fifty, expansion,
the Goddess arrived,
ecstasy extreme,
how did this happen?
Often She returned,
no one understood.
Something evolving,
world washed and clean,
Beloved Within as guru.
Now, readying for departure,
you look back
as everything––
those passionate encounters,
the seasons of the golden branches,
those sweet thrills in the blood,
all recede, shapeless in haze of forgetfulness,
world as spectacle,
now grateful for the gifts
that were given,
the lessons
that they brought.
Dorothy Walters
October 5, 2018
