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.
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.
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!
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)
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.
Love the photo and poem!
ReplyDeleteMany thanks for the kind words on my last post!
My heart is broken and knowing people care does help, thanks Geo
Margie, your renewed company is doing wonders for me too. There is a magic in you that will ease the suffering you speak of.
DeleteI like the poem. However I have to say that Norma outdid herself with that picture.
ReplyDeleteI have to say the same, Emma. Norma has come a long way in photographic expression.
DeleteGreat metaphor, the sun in its cage.
ReplyDeleteSun is definitely leonine, fire like a lion's mane contained in gravity of its mass.
DeleteA very nice poem. I love the thought "...creation is not frozen in place." Thanks
ReplyDeleteThank YOU, Tom. Time and creation is always accompanied by heat, which is why the sun roars.
DeleteTimeless garden.
ReplyDeleteYes, as each moment contains some element of the moment before and moment to come, but is its own.
DeleteI love both the photo and the poem.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Elizabeth! From Norma and me.
DeleteThe 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.
ReplyDeleteDear 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!
Deletedear Geo., do you know the poem "Weltende" by Jakob van Hoddis?
DeleteDem 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)
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.
DeleteFantastic picture and great poem. Some of this thinking is too deep for this old soul but I enjoy it all the same.
ReplyDeleteKind Mimsie, thank you. Garden-Earth grows around the sun. Enjoyment is thought enough.
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