Sunday, May 13, 2012

Ten Thousand Faces


Anonymous see drum said...

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.

11:30 am  
Anonymous Virgilio Gavia said...

nice poetry. i see that space between wakefulness and dream where perception has been surrendered and reframed and beauty unraveled.

1:10 pm  
Anonymous see drum said...

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.

4:53 pm  
Anonymous Virgilio Gavia said...

there's something mystical about the poem. reminds me of Kabir and Rumi.

3:59 am  
Anonymous John Pendrey said...

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:

9:21 pm  

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