Wednesday, June 5, 2024

the way I see the world

 


A raga weaves sounds so that you are moved on waves and spirals. The song that seems without end takes you everywhere. You forget who you are and then you belong to the song. W. S. Merwin’s Elegy for a Walnut Tree shares his relationship with the tree through time and seasons, his absences and leavings. He ends the poem "and you were the way I saw the world." Watching the osprey nests high up on telephone poles and cell towers are the way I see the world. The skies are more beautiful each year.

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