Vast earth
Limitless sky
Grass
Clouds
Nothing
The nothing that reveals
The Something.
Within our reach,
Beyond our grasp.
Terrifying
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Misty Ridge Musings 
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. 🙂
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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. 🙂
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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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🙂
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