Poems, Pictures, Ramblings.
posted by John Pendrey at 11:24 am
Hello John. enjoyed this poem and the thoughts behind it.have a good day. Life and the stars. Reflect light to me. And so much more. again. thanks for the reminder. A familiar face.
nice poetry. i see that space between wakefulness and dream where perception has been surrendered and reframed and beauty unraveled.
John said: good will probably come of the action. Inaction will not get us anywhere. me said: when it comes to this time of year, and the garden.... I think back to a time when I cleared a patch of land, planted strawberries and the deer came. but then came the bear tracks, and with others in jeopardy, as the wild reclaims its own, year by year, I did less. And all this did was lead me to the city, where I am growing old.enjoy your comments and your visit. Like seeing a familiar face. be well.
there's something mystical about the poem. reminds me of Kabir and Rumi.
I don't know if you realise that this is by Tamara = itsalinasong. Mystical and life enhancing. Seedrum, the prophet. "The Wild will reclaim its own" . Tonight I think I will be part of the wild. Earlier thought was that a way to deal with death is to be already dead. Will pursue, 'living dead' for a while.Found this dark view and prefer Tamara's:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L7kumvA29Fk
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