The Wonder of the Imperfect

 

Nothing that I do is finished

 so I keep returning to it

 lured by the notion that I long

 to see the whole of it at last

 completed and estranged from me

 but no the unfinished is what

 I return to as it leads me on

 I am made whole by what has just

 escaped me as it always does

 I am made of incompleteness

 the words are not there in words

 oh gossamer gossamer breath

 moment daylight life untouchable

 by no name with no beginning 

what do we think we recognize

 --W.S. Merwin

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Dedications/Pledges/Commitments

 

For the past.

 For my own path.

 For surprises.

 For mistakes that worked so well.

 For tomorrow if I’m there.

 For the next real thing. 

 Then for carrying it all

 through whatever is necessary.

 For following the little god who speaks only to me.

--William Stafford

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