“A little too abstract, a little to wise,
It is time for us to kiss the earth again,
It is time to let the leaves rain from the skies,
Let the rich life run to the roots again.
I will go down to the lovely Sur Rivers
And dip my arms in them up to the shoulders.
I will find my accounting where the alder leaf quivers
In the ocean wind over the river boulders.
I will touch things and things and no more thoughts,
That breed like mouthless May-flies darkening the sky,
The insect clouds that blind our passionate hawks
So that they cannot strike, hardly can fly.
Things are the hawk’s food and noble is the mountain, Oh noble
Pico Blanco, steep sea-wave of marble.
~ Robinson Jeffers -Selected Poems by Robinson Jeffers, Vintage
“She smiled at me. Looking happier than could be. I say there wondering how she could be so happy in such a dreadful place. Wondering. Finally I asked. She said the words I remember to this day “because I don’t look at the bad side of life. Life’s to short, to do that” I smiled at her. I hugged her and scooped her up into my arms and said “indeed it is”. ~ Kaitlyn Rose
“Such richness flowing
through the branches of summer and into
the body, carried inward on the five
rivers! Disorder and astonishment
rattle your thoughts and your heart
cries for rest but don’t
succumb, there’s nothing
so sensible as sensual inundation. Joy
is a taste before
it’s anything else, and the body
can lounge for hours devouring
the important moments. Listen,
the only way
to tempt happiness into your mind is by taking it
into the body first, like small
~ Mary Oliver – American Primitive
“When I Am An Old Dog Woman
I shall wear shirts I don’t mind getting dirty,
And a hat that says “Life is better with a dog”
And I shall spend my social security on
red wine and dog treats,
and sit on my back porch
watching my dogs play, then sleep in the sun.
I will sneak out in the middle of a summer night
And walk my old dog down a dirt road,
Across the moonstruck countryside
If my old bones will allow.
And when people come to call, I will smile
as I walk past the toys and fur on the carpet,
and show the urns of my dogs that have passed, that made my life whole,
I will speak of how life it too short to save all the dogs I want.
I will walk and play and wear grass in my hair
as if it were a jewel
and I will be an embarrassment to ALL
who will not yet have found the peace in being free
to have a dog as a best friend.
A friend who waits at all hours
With a warm muzzle and patient eyes
For the kind of woman I will be
When I am old.
I revamped this poem into my own, It was originally called “The Old Horse Woman”
From Diane Kettlewell-Kaelbere – Jazzy’s Journey: A Story of Blind Devotion