My heavy heart has gone this way before…
There are more leaves on
The ground than grew on the trees.
I can no longer see the
Path; I find my way without
Stumbling; my heavy heart has
Gone this way before. Until
Life goes out memory will
not vanish, but grow stronger
Night by night.
-from On Flower Wreath Hill by Kenneth Rexroth
image: Branches by Hengki24
Hadn’t heard of Rexroth, thanx for getting me to investigate
“As the full moon rises
The swan sings
In sleep
On the lake of the mind”
-on Rexroth’s gravestone