Thursday, November 17, 2016

The Poet: Stephen Levine“Half Life”

“Half Life”

"We walk through half our life
as if it were a fever dream,
barely touching the ground,
our eyes half open,
our heart half closed.

Not half knowing who we are,
we watch the ghost of us drift
from room to room,
through friends and lovers
never quite as real as advertised.

Not saying half we mean
or meaning half we say,
we dream ourselves
from birth to birth
seeking some true self.

Until the fever breaks
and the heart can not abide
a moment longer
as the rest of us awakens,
summoned from the dream,
not half caring for anything but love."

~ Stephen Levine

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