I read a lot of different material at once. Some people can't pick up another book without finishing the one infront of them; not me. Right now, I am looking up poems/quotes to inspire me into this new transition I am experiencing. This one poem by John Ashbury, entitled, "A Blessing in Disguise" caught my eye and I would like to show it to my audience.
Yes, they are alive and can have those colours,
But I, in my soul, am alive too.
I feel I must sing and dance, to tell
Of this in a way, that knowing you may be drawn to me.
And I sing amid dispair and isolation
Of the chance to know you, to sing of me
Which are you. You see,
You hold me up to the light in a way
I should never have expected, or suspected, perhaps
Because you always tell me I am you,
And right. The great spruces loom.
I am yours to die with, to desire.
I cannot ever think of me, I desire you
For a room in which the chairs ever
Have their backs turned to the light
Inflicted on the stone and paths, the real trees
That seem to shine at me through a lattice towards you.
If the wild light of this January day is true
I pledge me to be truthful unto you
Whome I cannot ever stop remembering.
Remembering to forgive. Remember to pass beyond you into the day
On the wings of the secret you will never know.
Taking me from myself, in the path
Which the pastel girth of the day has assigned for me.
I prefer "you" in the plural, I want "you,"
You must come to me, all golden and pale
Like the dew and the air.
And then I start getting this feeling of exaltation.
-John Ashbury . United States . B.1927
*Everything outside of me, inside of me, is also apart of you.*
