Wednesday, May 11, 2016
Well, the sunflowers are now out of season but the seeds are still present.
In response to my earlier post 'Sunflowers and the Sacred Circle' my friend and Josephite sister offered the following...
"When I saw your sunflower picture...I remembered these lines by Bruce Dawe, an Australian poet:
Definition of Loving
Thank you for love, no matter what its outcome,
that leads us to the window in the dark,
that adds another otherness to others,
that holds out stars as if they were first diamonds found in a mine that had been long closed down,
that hands out suns and makes us ask each morning:
What else do we need, picnickers in time?
Thank you for love that does not hang on answers,
that says, 'Enough's enough, to love is plenty...'
-by such signs do we know the world exists,
amo ergo sum, thank you for that.
The miles, the years, the lives that lie between
-they always lay there, and they always will,
but look, the loved one spans that dizzy distance
by the act of being, and we lovers turn
our faces steadily thou-wards as a field
of sunflowers like a tracking station turns
charting its meaning by the westering sun.