In My Craft or Sullen ArtPosted: January 30, 2014 Filed under: Meditation, Yoga | Tags: Ambition, blogging, compassion, Dylan Thomas, exercise, family, free range, freshly pressed, friends, happiness, health, kindness, life, love, lululemon, marathon, meditation, motivation, musings, natural, nature, Omaha, paleo, passion, perspective, pilates, Poetry, Prose, running, singing, trail running, walking, yoga, Zen 6 Comments
In my craft or sullen art
Exercised in the still night
When only the moon rages
And the lovers lie abed
With all their griefs in their arms,
I labour by singing light
Not for ambition or bread
Or the strut and trade of charms
On the ivory stages
But for the common wages
Of their most secret heart.
Not for the proud man apart
From the raging moon I write
On these spindrift pages
Nor for the towering dead
With their nightingales and psalms
But for the lovers, their arms
Round the griefs of the ages,
Who pay no praise or wages
Nor heed my craft or art.
Thank you – I hope you have a beautiful day, take care!
Hauntingly sad, tearing truth – my unsung heroes…
So very true … Be well today. 🙂
Love the new direction you are taking. Aaahhh, evolution:)))
Apologies for the late reply and I cannot thank you enough for your continued support – Thank you so much!