Learning to live with the immediacy of small birds,
or windswept trees stretched to the breaking point.
In the sudden dips and swerves of weather something changes.
Something changes.
There is no contentment save knowledge,
knowledge in the instant, how to make the most of it by going on:
to live like a small bird,
or a star – all pregnant force and vestal patience.
Living
18 Wednesday Sep 2013
Posted in poems
Poetry on the run 
really, really lovely. the stuff of which even ram dass would approve 😉
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I did learn “Ram Dass” means “servant of God” which made reading your poem worth my whiling.
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OMG Ron, if I were the editor worthy of such depths of poetry, I’d beg you to allow me to publish this small gem… Thank you!
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