Donna Henderson, one of our founding member-editors, turned sixty recently, and founding member Matridarshana Lamb sent her this poem in celebration. Now we share it with you. The Sixties Between thirty and forty, one is distracted by the Five Lusts; Between seventy and eighty one is prey to a hundred diseases. But from sixty to seventy, one is free from all ills; Calm and still, the heart enjoys rest. I have put behind me Passion and Greed; I have done with Profit and Fame; I am still short of illness and decay and far from decrepit age. Strength of limb I still possess to seek the rivers and hills; Still my heart has high spirits to listen to flutes and strings. At leisure, I open new wine and taste several cups. Mellow, I recall old poems and sing a whole volume. Po Chu-i (Tang Dynasty poet)
Posted on: Fri, 20 Sep 2013 19:46:09 +0000
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