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(Panhala) Standing Deer by Jane Hirshfield

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  • wdestiny44@aol.com
    Standing Deer As the house of a person in age sometimes grows cluttered with what is too loved or too heavy to part with, the heart may grow cluttered. And
    Message 1 of 2 , Apr 5, 2011
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      Standing Deer

      As the house of a person
      in age sometimes grows cluttered
      with what is
      too loved or too heavy to part with,
      the heart may grow cluttered.
      And still the house will be emptied,
      and still the heart.

      As the thoughts of a person
      in age sometimes grow sparer,
      like a great cleanness come into a room,
      the soul may grow sparer;
      one sparrow song carves it completely.
      And still the room is full,
      and still the heart.

      Empty and filled,
      like the curling half-light of morning,
      in which everything is still possible and so why not.

      Filled and empty,
      like the curling half-light of evening,
      in which everything now is finished and so why not.

      Beloved, what can be, what was,
      will be taken from us.
      I have disappointed.
      I am sorry. I knew no better.

      A root seeks water.
      Tenderness only breaks open the earth.
      This morning, out the window,
      the deer stood like a blessing, then vanished.
      ~ Jane Hirshfield ~
       
      (The Lives of the Heart)
       
       
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    • coronaborealis444
      Standing Deer As the house of a person in age sometimes grows cluttered with what is too loved or too heavy to part with, the heart may grow cluttered. And
      Message 2 of 2 , Apr 30, 2013
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        Standing Deer

        As the house of a person
        in age sometimes grows cluttered
        with what is
        too loved or too heavy to part with,
        the heart may grow cluttered.
        And still the house will be emptied,
        and still the heart.

        As the thoughts of a person
        in age sometimes grow sparer,
        like a great cleanness come into a room,
        the soul may grow sparer;
        one sparrow song carves it completely.
        And still the room is full,
        and still the heart.

        Empty and filled,
        like the curling half-light of morning,
        in which everything is still possible and so why not.

        Filled and empty,
        like the curling half-light of evening,
        in which everything now is finished and so why not.

        Beloved, what can be, what was,
        will be taken from us.
        I have disappointed.
        I am sorry. I knew no better.

        A root seeks water.
        Tenderness only breaks open the earth.
        This morning, out the window,
        the deer stood like a blessing, then vanished.
        ~ Jane Hirshfield ~
        (The Lives of the Heart)

         
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