TRIP TO HISTORIC BATH POEM 39

A blustery wind blew today and with it took all my thoughts. Fortune knocks the door and new beginnings come in with the changeable wind.

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“To know when to stop, To know when you can get no further, By your own action, This is the right beginning!” Zhuangzi

Knock

If you knocked on my door,

Would you wait to see,

Whom answered and leave,

Your note as a pleasant courtesy?

I would rather you climbed,

Mounted the window,

Having scaled the wall in a passion,

Before I were to fall.

A note is very pleasant,

Its warmth appropriate,

And the penmanship telling,

A tale of its own.

I would rather hear your voice,

Penetrating the darkness,

Melodious and original,

Before I were to fall.

“Shall the day of parting be the day of gathering? And shall it be said that my eve was in truth my dawn?” Kahlil Gibran