you won’t be known
for the things you did
or what you built,
or what you said.
You won’t even be known
for the love given
or the hearts saved,
because in the end you won’t be known.
You won’t be asked, by a vast creator full of light:
What did you do to be known?
You will be asked: Did you know it,
this place, this journey?
What there is to know can’t be written.
Something between crispness of air
And glint in her eye
And texture of the orange peel.
What you’ll want a thousand years from now is this:
A memory that beats like a heart—
A travel memory, of what it was like to walk here,
alive and warm and textured within.
Sweet brightness, aliveness, take-me-now-ness that is life.
You are here to pay attention. That is enough.
In the End is one of the poems featured in Your Other Names, the new book of poetry by Tara Sophia Mohr.
For more information about Tara, visit her website. And for more information about her book visit the Your Other Names web page.
(photo is mine of a Westin Resorts destination guide book cover.)
Yes!
I too really like that picture, very nicely done. Lovely poem as well…
Thanks, my dear. 🙂
Very nice photo, i like the prose/Poetry/Story as much. You have a very nice blog there Naomi !
Thanks so much for the encouragement, Adrian!
Thought provoking. Thank you.