Someone who knows how little he knows
Is like the man who comes to a clearing in the forest,
and sees the light spikes,
And suddenly senses how happy his life has been.
~ Charles Wright, closing lines of “Morning Occurrence at Xanadu,” Scar Tissue: Poems
Credits: Image – Candlepowerforums. Poem: Memory’s Landscape
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so true…adds the right amount of humility and awe to one’s life – to realize how little we really know..
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And how this greater realization has come to light as we get older.
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Absolutely spot on.
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That’s where the greatness is…in the knowing.
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Or the knowing of the impossibility of not knowing
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Yes, there’s that, too.
(She said, smiling from this side…..)
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Reblogged this on It Is What It Is and commented:
The joy of knowing …..
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it is.
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Absolutely lovely
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Thanks. I’m with you. Agree.
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Amen!
-Alan
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Ah yes 🙂
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