in its ripples and whorls
a necklace of mirrors
look
beyond
their polished surface
and you will see
all the givens
and negotiables
the myriad allusions
to the transitory
each drop of water
in its deliquescent dance
a timeworn
signpost
to impermanence
what is
is not
what is beginning
is ending
it is here
it is gone
all in one moment
of being
now
(for dan gurney)
17 comments:
A stunning image.
A poem that brings us to NOW.
I'm honored, humbled.
How does such beauty, kindness
Echo in the Internet?
You and Dan...************************
This is as good as the previous one. Can't say more than that.
dan - run through your mind the number of times i have felt compelled to thank you for providing a signpost or a waystation from which i can reconsider my understanding or better articulate my understanding! there's your echo!!! steven
thankyou for the stars jenny!!! steven
thankyou dave - 'nuff said! steven
Wow, wow and wow (a necklace of deliquescent wows).
Damn you are so good, Steven!
phew reya!. i'm just me.
oh, and thankyou very much . . . i'm so happy to be able to share what i see and what i am learning with such amazing people as yourself. steven
'thanks' from a silent follower who loves your blog most when it contains your own words and images-- a follower who often clicks away too soon, because your touching content feels unbearable to receive.
hello heather - thanks for leaving a calling card here! i imagine there are a number of silent followers in blogland and that's very alright!! i visit some blogs and let the post carry itself without my comment because it's better that way. see you again. steven
Wonderfully done Steven. Another example of why I enjoy visiting your blog so much.
A scene and words made for dreaming.
hello barry and thankyou very much! i'm glad to create a space that brings goodness into people's lives. truly i am! steven
friko - i wish for you to have good dreams then! steven
steven, I've just gasped my way through many of your posts since my last visit - too many to comment on but all beautiful in their own way. Your Auntie Margaret sounds like a star. Fantastic photos of snow and melting snow and ice. Phew. I'm all beautified out!
This poem is so touching. Beautiful.
Hi Steven
standing in the rain, feeling the drops on your face, hearing them plop on the water, smelling the fresh earth, how very now...
thank you Steven for enjoyment now...
Happy days
Another face of the many sided NOW which links us all...Lovely. :)
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