wild yang to my yin
seeded from these mother bones
mirror to the world
reflecting blue notes and pain
he walks the path less traveled
we begged him to stay-
within that small shell it blazed
teaching from first breath
even then he walked the line
between innocent and wise
gypsy feet stand still
while the world spins and dances
to a mad rhythm
I no longer need to run
when the wind urges me forth
© B.Y. Penman 2007 - All rights reserved.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Wild Yang ~ Word Offering
Posted by Savvyology at 8:58 AM
Labels: acceptance, poem, poetry, short poem, tanka, verse, word offering, Yin Yang
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2 comments:
I stopped to visit and read your newest poems which I liked. Hope all is well with you and wishing you a creative winter season.
Oh, it's been a while hasn't it, since I looked in? I like this one too!
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