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RETREAT DAYS |
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by Charles Carreon Autumn comes, colors, greys, winds. Scraps, slivers and Rich expanses of blue sky Filled with transparent, beautiful light, The sun, floating, liquid as a reflection in a pond And all of us aimless as leaves scattered by the breeze ... In love with the time, the space, Stretching in every direction unmoving.
And everything that moves, Wind, leaves, evergreen boughs, the sun, the shadows, Moving in the same direction, a river flowing steadily to the mouth of the falls where each separate thing takes the plunge, dissolving into the roar as the sun's pure light breaks open -- A ball of miracles -- Gleaming fragments fill every eye with no end of intricacy, showing what's hidden inside, Leaving us pierced through with wonder, Transfixed by something lovely, clear, complete.
October 16, 1997
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