Dragonfly's Poetry & Prolixity: All Things Pass by Timothy Leary

Saturday, August 13, 2011

All Things Pass by Timothy Leary

All Things Pass
By Timothy Leary, homage to Lao Tzu

All things pass

A sunrise does not last all morning

All things pass

A cloudburst does not last all day
All things pass
Nor a sunset all night

But Earth... sky... thunder...
wind... fire... lake...
mountain... water...
These always change

And if these do not last
Do man’s visions last?
Do man’s illusions ?

Take things as they come
All things pass

7 comments:

Kelly said...: Congratulations!! I know you are so proud of her!; August 13, 2011 at 10:25 AM
Ben Ditty said...: So happy for her :) Congrats!; August 13, 2011 at 12:17 PM
ds said...: Congratulations to Sarah! You are right to be so proud, Marion. Mr. Leary's poem is perfect .
Thank you for sharing it all.; August 13, 2011 at 1:14 PM
erin said...: for all the credentials in the world - i hope she's half as smart as you:)

you shine of her, marion.

xo
erin; August 13, 2011 at 6:24 PM
Wine and Words said...: She looks so beautiful, a smile like her Momma. All that hard work, and a husband to look after to boot - heh heh.

I'm proud of her too!; August 14, 2011 at 11:30 PM
* said...: Sarah is beautiful, takes after you I think! Congrats to her, a Masters is a good deal of work!!; August 17, 2011 at 1:21 AM
quid said...: This is so wonderful, ML. Congratulations to Sarah -- succeeding in so many different ways!

quid; August 20, 2011 at 3:56 PM

I Love Lorrie Moore!!

“You’re not a poetess, I hope,” said the English geologist next to her. “We had a poetess here last month, and things got a bit dodgy here for the rest of us.”

“Really.” After the soup, there was risotto with squid ink.

“Yes. She kept referring to insects as ‘God’s typos’ and then she kept us all after dinner one evening so she could read from her poems, which seemed to consist primarily of the repeating line ‘the hairy kiwi of his balls.’”

From: “Birds of America” by Lorrie Moore, page 266, ‘Terrific Mother’

Miranda July's Best Book:

"Do you have doubts about life? Are you unsure if it is worth the trouble? Look at the sky: that is for you. Look at each person's face as you pass on the street: those faces are for you. And the street itself, and the ground under the street, and the ball of fire underneath the ground: all these things are for you. They are as much for you as they are for other people. Remember this when you wake up in the morning and think you have nothing. Stand up and face the east. Now praise the sky and praise the light within each person under the sky. It's okay to be unsure. But praise, praise, praise." From: "No One Belongs Here More Than You Stories by Miranda July", Page 11

A Dreamy, Drug of a Book

"The minute you land in New Orleans, something wet and dark leaps on you and starts humping you like a swamp dog in heat, and the only way to get that aspect of New Orleans off you is to eat it off. That means beignets and crayfish bisque and jambalaya, it means shrimp remoulade, pecan pie and red beans with rice, it means elegant pompano au papillote, funky file z'herbes, and raw oysters by the dozen, it means grillades for breakfast, a po' boy with chowchow at bedtime, and tubs of gumbo in between. It is not unusual for a visitor to the city to gain fifteen pounds in a week---yet the alternative is a whole lot worse. If you don't eat night and day, if you don't constantly funnel the indigenous flavors into your bloodstream, then the mystery beast will go right on humping you, and you will feel its sordid presence rubbing against you long after you have left town." ~Tom Robbins, "Jitterbug Perfume", page 240