Wednesday, December 21, 2016

Message from the Ancestors

I find that when I stop teaching and the to-do lists dwindle, my mind turns to poetry. Reading it, memorizing it, reciting it and occasionally, writing it. These past two days, I walked some 8 miles each day through a sunny San Francisco, getting to know again by foot my beautiful city. And lo and behold, a little poem appeared.

And here it is.


“Your boundaries are your quest.”  –Rumi

 When you reach the edge
 of what you can imagine

When you arrive at the boundary
             of what you can think

When you come to the border
              of what you can do

Take one more step.
And then another
                  and another.
Keep moving
toward the next horizon.

We are waiting for you.

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