Shall you and I leave everything behind

Unanswered Questions

Shall you and I leave everything behind,

Go westward walking,

Never again be conscious of the mind,

But walking, talking

Of flowers and birds and clouds, with no routine,

Not wonder ever again what consciousness may mean?

                                                                                   

Shall you and I go eastward in grave thought

And inward prying,

Be conscious, introspective, haggard, caught

Sighing and whying;

With all clear mind and valuable breath

Expended on cold doubts about eventual death?

Will you and I, submitting to the wind,

Go northward roaring?

That may be one good way to leave behind

The too trim harbor mooring:

Partake some great campaign, some large experience, some

Worthy extensive excuse for returning glorious home.

Can you and I go southward without blame

Into the region we love,

Fading without desire for famous name,

Or calculated move?

Can we in sunlight, both contentedly,

Live without ambition, gazing at blue sea?

Harold Monro

The sky lights up

The lightning so terrifies

We fail to see

The splendour, the display.

A phrase, a line

A phrase, a line

finds home in my heart,

Once more, I have endured.

I have wished a bird would fly away

A Minor Bird

I have wished a bird would fly away,

And not sing by my house all day;

Have clapped my hands at him from the door

When it seemed as if I could bear no more.

The fault must partly have been in me.

The bird was not to blame for his key.

And of course there must be something very wrong

In wanting to silence any song.

Robert Frost

By the turtle

By the turtle

out in the sun,

I walked -

No retreat, no splash.