Vast earth
Limitless sky
Grass
Clouds
Nothing
The nothing that reveals
The Something.
Within our reach,
Beyond our grasp.
Terrifying
Vast earth
Limitless sky
Grass
Clouds
Nothing
The nothing that reveals
The Something.
Within our reach,
Beyond our grasp.
Terrifying
I believe in it all – and the way you say it.
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I like to the word “terrifying” here, Nadia….your poem opens up with vastness and closes with exhilaration. Beautiful…
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Thank you so much. ๐
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I’m right there with you, Nadia, in the nothing that is something.
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Am I imagining the humor that always laces through your seriousness, Robert?
And thank you.
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I’m always serious, but sometimes humorously. ๐
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May the spirits of the Winter Soltice send all good things to Halcyon Pond.
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Thank you, Ed. And to you as well.
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Can’t spell! Please correct to Solstice !
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