by Patricia A. Oplinger
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
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Contemplation comes with observantly sitting.
Excerpt from: Life on a Seesaw Volume III, Circle of Life Trilogy
I am sitting here listening
deeply to the space around me
'cause if anything matters
then everything matters.
I am sitting here crying
with wonder and pleasure
'cause tears are the best words
my heart can speak right now.
I am sitting here thinking
'cause happiness is not about
being loved; it's about
loving someone else.
I am sitting here wanting
'cause memories teach me to see
the beauty of the world
through my own eyes.
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|Reviewed by Richard Bowers
|It begins it. I have been here before, as I could tell.
For finding: that myself I have reborn
But not seen, is forever to persist
To gather around the seasons of space with the everlastingness of event
With the layered energy as it is made of things.
Into the logical fiber of the tribute: a thought arises
And stays on course, slowly progressing, not done.
By fear: the fear thatís been since forever,
In the same space the inseparable normal good
Being passed through mankind
Came accessible to me: I fade into remoteness
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|Intimate and inspired poem ~
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|You are right. There is much beauty in the world, all we have to do is contemplate it. It is okay to sit while doing it, but sometimes I wish I could get out of this wheelchair and contemplated from a cliff or a mountain top once more.
|Reviewed by Paul Judges
|Very nicely done, Patricia|
|Reviewed by Budd Nelson
|what a finely written piece about the emotions of life