abundance lifted on the arc of time
then the folding in ~
the circular successions of creation and negation
forever changing, dark and luminous
nature and destiny, coming and passing
ever active, whole, eternally nameless
the wild river, the still mountain
the wordless mystery
© 2016, poem and photograph, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved
Beautiful and poignant, my friend.
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Ah the poem brought to mind a song:
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Wow, Charlie! Does that ever bring back memories. Thank you!
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Reblogged this on oshriradhekrishnabole.
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Thank you!
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Welcome
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