tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988313475311500328.post5262074230347278417..comments2024-03-27T09:17:27.333-05:00Comments on A Year of Being Here: Nguyen Phan Que Mai: "The Poem I Can't Yet Name" Phyllis Cole-Daihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12860589719995205974noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988313475311500328.post-23915737200431982702015-09-13T09:22:25.113-05:002015-09-13T09:22:25.113-05:00What a dear message! It has been a difficult decis...What a dear message! It has been a difficult decision to end this project, but part of my "dance." I wish you all the best as you continue your dance, in the spirit of Milarepa. I bow to you where our humanity meets.Phyllis Cole-Daihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12860589719995205974noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988313475311500328.post-43928772557029574092015-09-12T22:06:55.926-05:002015-09-12T22:06:55.926-05:00This is a thank you for your almost three years of...This is a thank you for your almost three years of placing beautiful expressions in front of an unseen audience. I want you to know that while I knew many of the poets you included, some were completely new to me and I have acquired their books to look for further jewels in their pages. My life has had a number of long-term meditations. My current wife was into gardening so for the past 18 years I have built and maintained gardens --- for food, for flowers and for visual landscaped peace of vision. My first wife was a home oriented person, for her I built a house and maintained a cozy feel for our cabin in the Arctic. When I was not married, I traveled to friends in various places and worked on whatever they needed done with the same focused, centered, steady attention. Then moved on to the next place to learn and give. Now I am old and I am dancing my way as gracefully down this final song as my life of learning and giving permit. It is never done and nothing is left undone. One of my favorite poems is by Milarepa: <br /> In the beginning, nothing comes.<br /> In the middle, nothing stays.<br /> In the end, nothing goes.<br />Be well in your continuing travels.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988313475311500328.post-6784023170560737422015-09-10T08:26:40.427-05:002015-09-10T08:26:40.427-05:00I, too, listened to her poem "in the burning ...I, too, listened to her poem "in the burning incense," I can take a moment to think about a fragrant lullaby, I'll try to sing one to my grandchildren....Rick Subberhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10117679082089176132noreply@blogger.com