It is not within us to stop being,
only to move beyond the known.
In memory; invisible like wind.
In form; like oceans become rain.
At least this is what I think
standing in the woods
considering the life of stones;
watching sunlight
sparkling on spring run-off.
When I first came to WordPress, I didn’t care much for the ‘like’ button. But your blog has certainly taught me to appreciate it. Often, after reading a beautiful poem, it seems unnecessary… and sometimes even a disturbance, to add any words. Thanks.
What a lovely comment. Thank you Shimon.
Oh Chris….I love the way you capture the feelings I used to think only belonged to me. It is comforting to know that there are others in the world who appreciate the natural world in a similar fashion. I hope you are still enjoying working on your commissioned piece of art.
M.
Thanks so much for this M. Sorry that I didn’t respond earlier. As for the sculpture… the creative aspect is over (at least at this stage) and now its moved into… I don’t know… the politics of it all perhaps? I know that I’ve moved onto other things until we get the go-ahead to begin fabrication, and then a whole new phase of excitement will begin. Enjoy your weekend!
As always … vivid, eloquent, masterful lines from one of my favorite poets.
Thank you,
You are always SO VERY KIND Daniela. Thank you! I hope that all is well.
sublime!
Thanks Christine!
“considering the life of stones” … there’s a poem right there, Chris. Lovely!
Thanks Jamie… a very quiet and patient poem no doubt.
Yes.
“It is not within us to stop being…” contains a wealth of truth and encouragement. Beautiful.
Thanks very much Marylin.
I like it so much
Thank you.
beautiful.
Thank you Anitra.