an ending, and a beginning

All is change, cyclings of birth, death and rebirth.  So it is here, on this little boat.  Though it has served well, I sense its purpose is done.  It makes little sense for me to drag it along now that a new cycle is born from the ashes of the old, and so it’s time to leave it behind.  Thank you for your reading and comments here. You have given me much, and I hope you may have found something of value while here.
If you care to walk with me a while,  as I begin anew, you are welcome to join me at Walking, Talking.

The Double World

This story continues here.

Only he who has eaten
poppies with the dead
will not lose ever again
the gentlest chord.

Though the image upon the pool
often grows dim:
know and be still.

Inside the Double World
all voices become
eternally mild.

Rainer Maria Rilke
Sonnets to Orpheus