Light staggers through the trees.
Every moment is filled with other moments…
In the silence that follows
don’t we all have to begin again? At the end of a line, the door
left open for a moment where you can fall in love, remember
what you wanted to forget, forget what you wanted to remember…
We have to light
our dark spaces with the sputtering matches of our words.
We have to follow wherever they lead us. There’s this little
hole in existence we all pass through…
—Richard Jackson, from “About This Poem” in Out of Place
Notes:
- Photo by Andy58/András Schafer titled Morning in the forest. Poem via endless-unfolding
- Post Title & Inspiration: Aldous Huxley: “It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.”
Beautiful, captivating
(Could be cheesy but is far too light for that)
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Oh Boy!
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life is made up of a series of moments strung together. all but a glimpse
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yes….
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Taking Lightly to a whole other level, wow…
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yes…
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Such beautiful words! … the power of the written word! … ‘Light staggers through the trees. Every moment is filled with other moments … In the silence that follows don’t we all have to begin again?’
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“…There’s this little
hole in existence we all pass through…” Where do you find expressions like this…so delicate that we’re invited to shift and exhale…?
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So beautiful stated Valerie, this was delicated stated and an exhale moment. Yes! Exactly.
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The door left open for a moment…that has just clutched my heart. Don’t close the door.
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Yes, love that Angeline. Thank you.
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the image and the words, wonderful…the moment for me when I tasted sweetness, of my first kiss under a very tall fir tree, not far from the pond, I was thirteen and life was never the same having emerged with heart fluttering excitement he held my hand and we walked through the park…so much of life ahead…the park & trees so integral in my life…and much wonder left in this world to discover…/// I ran into the curly headed boy years later on the bus we were both on summer break from college, we meet for lunch out side in the plaza square, it was a nice meet-up, it was the last time I saw him, he passed away at 22 or 23 from a brain tumor, if I’d known he was ill I would have visited him, maybe he didn’t know he was ill at that point…so bittersweet, and I think of how he graced me with his care as we shared a milestone of life…
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Wonderful…
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Christie, thank you for sharing…. what a poignant, wonderful walk down memory lane.
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how sweet…thank you for sharing that lovely experience…and the poignancy with us!
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