Second Chance

Second Chance

He brings only his blankest pages
and his highest spirit flute
to the hill’s crest; fasts from sunrise
to sunrise; watches only fire and
fire ants.
……………..He waits; all without reward.
Birdsong remains discordant.

He sees only that he has no visions.
His journal’s pages remain blank;
his Windpony fails him, remains mute.

He’s tried too hard:
Enlightenment can only be enticed;
will not submit to capture.

Returning, an old man, ages later,
after a lifetime of silence,
he notes the infinite shades of green
along the ridge, the dance of wind
everywhere about him,
the shadows of clouds on clover.

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19 thoughts on “Second Chance”

I love “Enlightenment can only be enticed; will not submit to capture” and just when your not looking… How does that happen?

I sincerely hope that when he returns he has those blank pages as it sounds like he will capture the words at the second chance.

Always there, waiting to be seen.

Sometimes we can’t see what we see.

I love the setting on the hill’s crest, Ron, no more need be said, and that all that’s needed are ‘his blankest pages and his highest spirit flute’. The waiting is painful, and it’s sad that he thinks he has tried too hard. I’m so glad he got his second chance.

This is breeze that swept me up in its longing and ultimate tenderness. Superb Ron!

The phrase “too soon old, too late smart” came to mind. The Wind Pony will take all the blame. Those who fail to see always blame others.

I resonate with “he sees only that he has no visions” – I have had a few moments of sudden knowing but not yet any including visuals that would qualify as “vision” to the shamanic vision questers … but I do keep going to “those places” for the energies unseen. (Are you a flute player? High Spirits flutes are part of my husband’s stash.)

Thanks, Jazz. Yes; in addition to my addiction to hand (&mallet) percussion instruments I’ve got a decent collection of Native flutes, most of which are from High Spirits (Odell Borg) (my faves) and also a number by Robert Windpony and Butch Hall.

Yes, that is exactly how it works isn’t it? Sometimes the wisest of insight leaves no trace on our pages. ~peace, Jason

Ron your finale was superb “he notes the infinite shades of green
along the ridge, the dance of wind
everywhere about him,
the shadows of clouds on clover”

I love the ‘dance od wind everywhere about him’ Beautiful poetry ☺️

Reblogged this on Yard Sale of Thoughts and commented:
Brilliant details, Ron. Love the ever-changing clover shadows. Feels like a homecoming. ~K.

Posted May 28, 2021 at 7:15 am by Ron.

Thanks for the promo, K. I clicked on the link, then went to your blog, but I cant find it anywhere. Maybe I’ve mis-clicked?

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- Posted May 28, 2021 at 11:14 am by K.Hartless
  
  I am so clueless; not sure how I reblogged it or what happened. Sorry, Ron. Morning fingers don’t cooperate before caffeine.