{"id":5715,"date":"2012-10-09T20:06:27","date_gmt":"2012-10-10T00:06:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ruralpearl.com\/blog\/?p=5715"},"modified":"2012-10-09T20:06:27","modified_gmt":"2012-10-10T00:06:27","slug":"myself-trying-to-stop-the-sun-in-st-louis","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ruralpearl.com\/blog\/myself-trying-to-stop-the-sun-in-st-louis\/","title":{"rendered":"Myself, Trying to Stop the Sun in St. Louis"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Photo by Neal<\/u><\/a>, St. Louis, 2012<\/p>\n

And again, a poem for everything (originally found in “A Path With Heart” by Jack Kornfield)<\/p>\n

\nNow I Become Myself
\nBy May Sarton<\/p>\n

Now I become myself. It’s taken
\nTime, many years and places;
\nI have been dissolved and shaken,
\nWorn other people’s faces,
\nRun madly, as if Time were there,
\nTerribly old, crying a warning,
\n“Hurry, you will be dead before–”
\n(What? Before you reach the morning?
\nOr the end of the poem is clear?
\nOr love safe in the walled city?)
\nNow to stand still, to be here,
\nFeel my own weight and density!
\nThe black shadow on the paper
\nIs my hand; the shadow of a word
\nAs thought shapes the shaper
\nFalls heavy on the page, is heard.
\nAll fuses now, falls into place
\nFrom wish to action, word to silence,
\nMy work, my love, my time, my face
\nGathered into one intense
\nGesture of growing like a plant.
\nAs slowly as the ripening fruit
\nFertile, detached, and always spent,
\nFalls but does not exhaust the root,
\nSo all the poem is, can give,
\nGrows in me to become the song,
\nMade so and rooted by love.
\nNow there is time and Time is young.
\nO, in this single hour I live
\nAll of myself and do not move.
\nI, the pursued, who madly ran,
\nStand still, stand still, and stop the sun!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Photo by Neal, St. Louis, 2012 And again, a poem for everything (originally found in “A Path With Heart” by Jack Kornfield) Now I Become Myself By May Sarton Now I become myself. It’s taken Time, many years and places; I have been dissolved and shaken, Worn other people’s faces, Run madly, as if Time […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5715","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-inspiration"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ruralpearl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5715","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ruralpearl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ruralpearl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ruralpearl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ruralpearl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5715"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/ruralpearl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5715\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5719,"href":"https:\/\/ruralpearl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5715\/revisions\/5719"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ruralpearl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5715"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ruralpearl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5715"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ruralpearl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5715"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}