Seven Wonders of Nature
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No
Better Time Than Now Can Be Imagined
No better time than now can be
imagined.
In fact, there is no time that is not now.
Nothing was or will be, only is,
Each memory or dream no more than this:
The thought of bloom upon a winter bough.
Yet all of life is full of such phantasms.
For you the moment's much too good to miss.
Open it as far as thoughts allow.
Unhinge its doors, and hear its sunlit passion
Reverberate across the fields of bliss.
One of natures many wonders.
Spring
Spring knows well the workings of the wheel,
Past winters past and winters still to come.
Released from time, the moment spreads its wings;
Infinite, it leaves behind all things,
Neither here nor there, nor to nor from,
Grace reborn within what we call real.
Nearer
Things Must Take The Place Of Stars
Nearer things must take the place of
stars;
Intimacy replaces panorama:
Not by choice, though one does well to choose,
Even without senses one must lose,
To savor what remains of Earth's Nirvana.
Years pass within the gates that illness bars.
Often, though, the passion of guitars,
Near ecstasy, one's inner flame renews,
Enriched by all the turnings of life's drama.
One of natures many wonders.
Oceans
Are Not Infinite
Oceans are not infinite,
Nor life-long love forever,
Yet every moment holds a bit
Of infinite endeavor.
Underneath the undertow
Remains the restive dream,
Eden in a bungalow
Nearby what life might seem.
Given the reality,
A will will find a way,
Grace to share with what must be,
Each choosing each each day.
May you thus in Eden dwell
Even here, by loving well,
Needing what you have, for then
The bowl comes ever round again
One of natures many wonders.
Summer
Summer slides but slowly to the sea
Underneath the mirror of the sky.
Memory meanders into dream,
More strictly accurate than it might seem,
Ending where the truth must ever lie:
Radiant essence of eternity.
Each Of Us Must Climb Our Separate Mountain
Each of us must climb our separate mountain
To reach at last our own extended view.
We can be no more than what we are,
Yet that is quite enough for us to do.
The world is far too great for comprehension,
And so we only know what we can know.
But given the abilities we're given,
That's still a long and weary way to go.
Yet on the way, how beautiful the moments!
How good it feels to have some skill or art!
How wonderful to pause in awestruck wonder
At what must fill the unsuspecting heart!
And so we're proud of each of you today
For all you've learned, and all you've tried to learn.
Knowledge brings the deepest satisfaction,
Not least because it's something that you earn.
Autumn
Autumn loves the clarity of change,
Unmerciful redeemer of all being.
To celebrate the shift from green to gray,
Unasked, it adds some poignance to decay,
Making death an aperture for seeing
Not merely loss but passion, rich and strange.
One of natures many wonders.
Poetry © Nicholas Gordon