You are thinking
And you are sinking
Into that thinking.–
I cannot find you there.
It has a story to tell:
All this around you
And not a word to spare
At the end of the telling.
In one eye
The whole world can wither and die
And in the other eye be reborn . . .
Where are you now
Who emerged from me full throated?
I recognized those old, naive fragments
in the robustness of your stride.
Copyright 2011 by Michael Marsters.
All rights reserved.
I especially love the first four lines of this. I’ve tweeted the link to this poem.
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Thank you muchly…I appreciate the nod đŸ™‚
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Is it our thinking that’s causing our sinking? It could be…
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Too easy to get stuck in one mode of thinking…hard to move that train of thought onto another track…
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I love those last two lines,
Let us never lose those old naive fragments of ourselves
David
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Indeed…
Thank you, David đŸ™‚
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