Mercury day poetry: The Confluence will sell out soon

A happy rarity today: Both Bobbie and I were away from our computers when the Ashtanga Yoga Confluence sent out word a few hours ago that the 2013 edition’s registration is now open to those not staying at the Catamaran Resort. (Thus, the delay.)

Or, as they said: Registration is open to everyone.

Still waiting? Well then today’s Mercury day poem is just for you. It’s by Robert Herrick, and it may be familiar, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t good — or appropriate:

TO THE VIRGINS, TO MAKE MUCH OF TIME

GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying :
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he’s a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he’s to setting.

That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer ;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.

Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may go marry :
For having lost but once your prime
You may for ever tarry.

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In other words, don’t cry when the Confluence sells out while you tarry.

Posted by Steve

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