their little faces
pressed against
the glass of their knowing
a window onto a world
made of worlds
and what extraordinary
beautiful
extravagant
unlikely worlds
each an imagined place
richer
and more illusory
than the last
each little face
a window
see
see through
to the real world
I'd swear the three buds in that last photo are named Body, Mind and Spirit! :)
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ReplyDeletepressed against
the glass of their knowing"
Such an apt description for each one of us, I think.
"each an imagined place
richer
and more illusory
than the last"
We truly see what we expect to see--no more, no less.
The lower right flower in the top picture seems pensive, doesn't it? Daydreaming . . .
jinksy!!! steven
ReplyDeletehello oldpoetsoul, like you no doubt, i'm often surprised by what i see but for the most part i recognize now that i have seen what i have wanted to see. have a lovely day. steven
ReplyDeleteSweet steven ... and so true.
ReplyDeleteThis reminds me of the way Ellen walks through her garden at sunset, "tucking" everything in for the night.
ReplyDeleteI, too, prefer a living world with whom I can interact. As always, thanks and much love to you.
Beautiful photos of fleabane. I especially like the last one.
ReplyDeleteGreat in-depth thoughts!
ReplyDelete:)The Bach
each flower a miracle, each bud a promise.
ReplyDeleteThere is so much eager curiosity in a face pressed against the glass.
ReplyDeleteWhat you share is full of optimism and it is lovely to behold.
Peace.
you listen with your eyes and heart as well as your ears - your insights are as beautiful as those flowers!
ReplyDeleteWonderful flowers!
ReplyDeleteGreat flowers. A window into the inner being... the soul, the mind. Beautiful.
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