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.
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8 comments:

  1. Starting Over, Accepting Changes - MaybeMarch 16, 2015 at 5:38 AM

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

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  2. Emma SpringfieldMarch 16, 2015 at 12:25 PM

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

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    1. Geo.March 18, 2015 at 11:47 PM

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

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  3. MargieMarch 17, 2015 at 8:14 PM

    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. Geo.March 18, 2015 at 11:48 PM

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

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  4. MimsieMarch 18, 2015 at 5:02 AM

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

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    1. Geo.March 18, 2015 at 11:50 PM

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

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