Sunday, March 15, 2015

Field Care And Turbo At Four


Our reception of time,
In unseen circuitry
And green antennae
Over seed.
We grow, need.
Potentials isolated,
Rhythms set:
Birth, thought teach
Us each greater
Creations, creators--
But none equal
The incomparable
Force of not being, then
Being --isolated, set--
Which of course
We promptly forget.

8 comments:

  1. "The force of not being" is always with us, but buried beneath our joys and busyness of just being.

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  2. What better "being" than to watch a T-ball game.

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    1. When coaches are kind and nobody worries about winning, there is no better being.

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  3. Oh, this took me back to those wonderful days when my son started in T-ball.
    Love the photo and poem
    Smiles , Geo

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    1. Thanks, Margie. Your smile is reward enough for any kid.

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  4. I continue to hope to be for some time to come even though at time I am quite isolated.

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    1. Mimsie, the strength of that thought is contagious --thank you.

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