Image by kenne
On this New Year’s day, taking notes from D. H. Lawrence.’s Fantasia of the Unconscious, I penned the following, with apologies to Lawrence:
New Year’s day,
Sunday at home
a light winter rain
refreshes the desert,
I ponder my mind,
psyche and soul,
whose trinity form
the powers of my
whole being
together speaking
in one voice, which
I can never deny.
When at last,
in all life’s storms,
my whole self speaks,
only to pause,
collecting itself into
pure silence and isolation –
perhaps after much pain,
the mind suspends
its knowledge, and waits.
It is then the psyche becomes
strangely still,
and after a pause,
there is a fresh beginning,
a new life adjustment
pushing a deep sigh
through every pore
fading into a mist —
a sense of mystery.
— kenne
The Last Sunset of 2015, Tucson, Arizona — Image by kenne
