A Ritual to Read to Each Other…
If you don't know the kind of person I am and I don't know the kind of person you are a pattern that others made may prevail in the world and following the wrong god home we miss our star. For there is many a small betrayal in the mind, a shrug that lets the fragile sequence break sending with shouts the horrible errors of childhood storming out to play through the broken dyke. And as elephants parade holding each elephant's tail, but if one wanders the circus won't find the park I call it cruel and maybe the root of all cruelty to know what occurs but not recognize the fact. And so I appeal to a voice, to something shadowy a remote important region in all who talk: though we could fool each other, we should consider lest the parade of our mutual life gets lost in the dark. For it is important that awake people be awake, or a breaking line may discourage them back to sleep; the signals we give— yes or no, or maybe — should be clear; the darkness around us is deep. —William Stafford Hello my friends, I came across this really amazing poem the other day and I thought I would share it with you. Let me know how it lands on you and how you interpret it. I will weigh in a little bit more once I hear from a few of you. I don't think that I have ever read any of his work. Let me know if you're familiar with it.