As someone who has spent his life with words,
I find it somewhat disconcerting
to write so little anymore.
Am I becoming dull in later years?
Have I run out of things to say?
Do I no longer care?
Or is it that I want to see, at last,
things are they are instead of thinking,
writing, words about them?

I stood this evening in the twilight
and sang my prayer songs to the six directions.
Black Butte in the east was just itself.
Mt. Eddy to the west simply stood against the sky.
To the north the pines were still
but I saw a Spotted Towhee hurry to his nest
amidst the manzanita, and earlier I saw
the first swallow of the spring
dart across the sky.
The cabin to the south I saw
without thinking that I lived there.
The stars above me framed my little life
and wrapped me in their quiet Mystery.
I stood on the earth with shadows all about me
and stopped, for just a moment,
all my thinking.

I came inside and wrote these words, but
they’re just words, and unless I see
the Thing Itself, they are a waste of time.
If I must write, let my words be arrows
piercing through the fabric of my worn-out thoughts
and letting light, and perhaps beauty,
shine through the holes, like stars, from places yet unseen
into a world yet to be discovered.

Author: William Martin

Taoist teacher and consultant

One thought on “Words”

  1. Beautiful Bill. Your last paragraph which I have read more than once says so much. To see as if for the first time. I still recall on one visit to Waikiki the absolute “joy” a young black teen offering us his left over bus tickets (because their vacation was over).He was ecstatic about being in and seeing Hawaii for the first time. We said to one another I want that! To see with fresh eyes again. I remember asking myself what have I seen today that I have seen until today. I “still” want that! Your words inspired that recall and longing. Thanks. Words do matter!

    Sent from my iPad


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