Thursday, May 26, 2016

This Garden




This garden
Belongs to no
Particular space
Or age --creation
Is not frozen in place.
Over clouds, the loud
Sun roars in its cage,
Announcing life,
Then silence. 
Then we go where
We have not been.

18 comments:

  1. Love the photo and poem!

    Many thanks for the kind words on my last post!
    My heart is broken and knowing people care does help, thanks Geo

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    1. Margie, your renewed company is doing wonders for me too. There is a magic in you that will ease the suffering you speak of.

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  2. I like the poem. However I have to say that Norma outdid herself with that picture.

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    1. I have to say the same, Emma. Norma has come a long way in photographic expression.

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  3. Great metaphor, the sun in its cage.

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    1. Sun is definitely leonine, fire like a lion's mane contained in gravity of its mass.

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  4. A very nice poem. I love the thought "...creation is not frozen in place." Thanks

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    1. Thank YOU, Tom. Time and creation is always accompanied by heat, which is why the sun roars.

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    1. Yes, as each moment contains some element of the moment before and moment to come, but is its own.

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    1. Thanks, Elizabeth! From Norma and me.

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  7. The garden in our soul - it belongs to no particular space or age - Eden - and we find that on earth, sometimes, and we are sorry when it changes, having to remind us that even that is a good thing, because thus we do not get rigid, frozen in place.

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    1. Dear Brigitta, Hubble Constant clocks our universe expanding at 77 kilometers per second per 3.26 million light-years. It's a wonder our hats don't fly off our heads!

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    2. dear Geo., do you know the poem "Weltende" by Jakob van Hoddis?
      Dem Bürger fliegt vom spitzen Kopf der Hut,/ in allen Lüften hallt es wie Geschrei./Dachdecker stürzen ab und gehn entzwei/ Und an den Küsten – liest man – steigt die Flut." (part of it)

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    3. Thanks, Brigitta, for reminding me where I encountered that understatement of tremendous change, "Dem Bürger fliegt vom spitzen Kopf der Hut". Although van Hoddis saw apocalypse begin with a hat flying off, the image revisits(far less ominously) when I imagine the universe in all stages of motion.

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  8. Fantastic picture and great poem. Some of this thinking is too deep for this old soul but I enjoy it all the same.

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    1. Kind Mimsie, thank you. Garden-Earth grows around the sun. Enjoyment is thought enough.

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