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Ring out the old and listen to the silence for the yet unknown sound of the new… The words unspoken… the ‘FEEL‘ of undefined space…open… inchoate…
AUBADE 3
By Ken McKeonFinally there is
No rest at all
Within the roaring dawn,How could there ever be
A scowling doze to match
The breaking joyThat bird cry rings out to this whole blue planet.
So that pink sand is silvered
By bubbling frothy heaps
Of wave crash and wave flow
Into spreads of sheeting water,
And the darkening floor goes all dimply
With fleeing holy crabs,
And the gulls snap and soar away,Their far below the near of weedy buzzing rocks
That mark the day,
All peaked and lumped with centuries of lift,
And naked as true angels are with
The blown cupped nurseries of budding kelp,
The floats that hie the dripping fronds
That soon will dip and rise with the coming tide,This is not paradise,
There is no laddered path to climb,
No deprivation starved to crack the mind,This the plane sought,
The singular stand,
And the child knows
As his eyes fill,
There never will be loss to match this day,
Only the grainy rattling on
Of an old man at his play.
The poems of Ken are always inspiring. Thank you David for sharing.
In another book of Tarthang Tulku, Keys of Knowledge, it is said:
“Each instant of our conscious, waking life is bounded by territory that is unknown, a ‘before’ and ‘after’ where identity, labeling, and recognition are not operating. The coming into being of our mind-universe is repeated instant by instant… What we perceive as continuity may be better understood as a series of discrete perceptions.
…Time goes forward—moving ahead to the not known. The ‘from’ is not known, the ‘to’ is also not known. The ‘before’ of this present situation may have been only empty space…Be aware: every ending. Be aware: every unknown place. Be aware: every beginning…â€
….’Revelations of Mind‘ p.176-7.