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The Old Poet's Waking
The old man's heart woke,
no longer in love with treble and bass,
without weeping or laughter.

In the true bewilderment of soul
he went beyond any seeking, beyond words
and telling, drowned in beauty,
drowned beyond deliverance.

Waves cover the old man.

Nothing more can be said of him.

He has shaken out his robe,
and there's nothing in it anymore.

There is a chase where a falcon
dives into the forest
and does not come back up.

Every moment, the sunlight

is totally empty and totally full.



Joe on Meditation

Dr. Lisa Podcast with Dr. Joe Semmes --

Underneath the White Coat

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