You Can’t Grow Old (New Poem by Polly Castor)
The opposite of old is not young. The opposite of old is new.
The opposite of old is not young. The opposite of old is new.
Not easy to hear the soft chant of my breath with the rumble of river nearby.
All that is eternal in me welcomes the wonder of this day…
Some say there is no art without the maker, beauty cannot live without it’s shaper.
I do believe in hard work, and in the luminous beauty of ordinariness.
And by doing so you and your work will be able to continue eternally.
Rhapsody Part 7 If you are in the garden, I will dress myself in leaves. If you are in the sea I will slide into that smooth blue nest, I will talk fish, I will adore salt. But if you are sad, I will not dress myself in desolation. I will present myself with all … Read more
I want to believe there is in all of us a place where hate won’t grow.
How simple to smile, thinking of nothing but finding the deepest red berries…
Oh how lovely it feels to be alive; how magical to wake with the light and live…
The air is moist, and the almost sultry breeze is laden with the fragrance of soil so scrumptious, it invites gestation…