Nature's Intelligent Partner

Nature's Intelligent Partner

A Poem by Robert Ronnow

The wood is stacked for winter.
One way out of the mind's limitations
is through other minds' contemplations.
The books are stacked for winter.


Yet even that cannot satisfy.
Failing to hold still for meditation
my teacher smiles, makes this observation:
The purpose of sitting's not to be satisfied


or satiated. Remain hungry,
cold, uncomfortable and counting enemies.
These, and fear, are our commonalities,
and the discipline of not hitting whenever angry.


You'll appreciate dying
quietly at home. Whichever season has been randomly selected will be beautiful as ever
as a molecule of water is to all matter.
"In my life there were always too many things."


If there is no time, only change
the linear becomes circular.
Do not say north or south. You're
within the winter range


of chickadee, hawk, owl and heron.
River grapes, rose hips, the cedar waxwings'
repast. Their talk is my reminding
there is change and endurance.

© 2019 Robert Ronnow


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Added on December 24, 2014
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