Friday, June 17, 2016
BILL BERKSON R.I.P.
Like angels, I can only arrive
On the point of your admiration,
And what kind of thing is that
For a grown man?
But what I really want
Is to do what I can
For nothing in particular,
Letting the black holes rip,
As they may, through your lives,
And golden light on the stones
just before sundown, anywhere.
And I've had this quote in my head since I wrote down from his book RECENT VISITORS back in 1973:
Buddhism says it is possible to get your
mind together like the wings of a butterfly.
It is also possible not to get your mind
together and still exist like a butterfly
but with no wings.