11 Jun 2017

But there are people who can see a poem inside a word, an ocean within a raindrop and the entire universe in one act of kindness. Are these the people, Marcus, who drag our world, kicking and screaming, forward?

There are also those who see the poem as only the beginning of a sentence, the ocean as the benign crucible of intelligent life and the universe as a mere prop in the drama of the eternal soul.

You think what we see is merely a function of where we are and how far we have walked to get there.

Of where we are and where we think we ought to be.

and then it was over
and there was nowhere left to go
still we kept walking


32 thoughts on “11 Jun 2017

  1. Many times, a word can be that first pale pink blush of sunrise that captures our full attention, stops us in our tracks, allows us to be filled with wonder. So that

    With nowhere else to go
    we keep walking ever forward
    because we can, we must


  2. Hopefully we will be walking to a rally to impress on our leaders that we must change course so our children’s children can survive.


  3. Magical! Yes, indeed there are people who can see the ‘extraordinary’ inside a word, a poem, a raindrop….etc. These are fortunate people indeed.


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