Feeling the Field…

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I listen to this playing as I read… a background of breath and sky, a hypnotic and melodic resonance… Listen as YOU read… (Click on the link)
“Where Breathing Starts”…
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…Time continues in the wind… permeates and abides with space as dried leaves signal and drift… loss and allowance co-occur, gift and loss pervade presence, the very center of this point… feeling the field while reading Ken’s poem…

THE OCTOBER’S OKAY POEM
by Ken McKeon

I think there is
Nothing left to lose,
And I am wrong, I mean
Where are my keys?
The clanging metallic garble of entry,
The door is high,
Is as wide as a big river,
And it is locked,

It is a dream door,
And I have no key,
I’ve searched my pockets,
Wedged my meaty fingers into them,
Found nothing there but dust,

My rage is boundless, useless, foolish,
But I still treasure it,
Like the sky must treasure the sun,

Is that true?
I’ve no idea,

But it keeps losing it every night,
It’s cooler then, often cold,
And then the countless stars,
They just show up,
They swing on through the heavens
Like a song I do not hear, but love so still,
And I try to sing it out each night
Until I finally fall asleep.

I wake to find the sunlight streaming through
The window, the barren tree limbs, the sky,
It is October and things are still okay.