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First written in 2009, this personification, like time, has continued to follow its shadow. Applying a few new words, I was reminded once again that as a species we think we know a lot, yet as a whole, still insist on approaching the unknown with fear.
It is only an instant
our time and space
mere footsteps floating above the sand
beneath the blink of eternity's cosmic pulse
these tiny grains of past and present
the oneness of light and dark
the singularity of nature
and then shares
this sudden silhouette
seems safely at rest
firm footing is never realized
becomes habit's empty comfort
The journey of all that is
continues its everyday migration
across and through the erosion of time
How patient and precious this enigma
Aware with nurturing caution
might some day
need to cry out
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|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|For me, Odin, these lines concentrate the fly-wheel of your thoughts here, like how the hub is centrifugal to the spokes; a kind of "Big Bang" effect -
becomes habit's empty comfort
To allow oneself to stumble takes away from the need to decide where to place a foot... Provoking and insightful work as always, Odin. xx
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|I admire your way of expressing what I have always known. Most of us are so self-centered that we cannot see the picture beyond ourselves, our family, our work, our country. It is a very small perception indeed. As Thoreau so eloquently wrote, “Most men lead lives of quiet desperation.”
I am grateful to be living and I'm living every minute of it. I know I will die sometime and I don't worry about how and when.
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|the big picture and the lilliputian
view, Odin; i don't have much respect left
for us as a species for we could do so much
better but choose not to - Aquinas, and i'm not
a 'fan' of his, did say it well when he said
'love is in the will' and in a way, but only
in a way, it consoles me that we will pass to
extinction and when we do the planet will be better
for our leaving
|Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather
|existence is constantly crying, few, listen, it's comfortable to not fear,morgan|
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
|Oh, I agree with Diana on her quote.
The Homo sapiens of this planet, as far as I am aware, are the only living thing who dare question its existence. We have been doing this at least as long as there were drawings on caves which evolved into the written word. Because of the different brain patterns we have come up with many, many theories concerning our origin. This, then, is an excellent example of that search, although it's primarily purpose is to delve into the "thinking" rather than the origin, but to me they both go hand-to-hand.
|Reviewed by Diana Legun (Reader)
|Well, this piece is both huge and tiny. Huge in scope and overseeing, as one purviewing a planet from a distance, and tiny as an ant on the sidewalk. Both at once. I find an ambiance of calmness herein, as though it were written by one who knows something for sure; "How patient and precious this enigma." "nurturing caution".
Astute is this: "For most/careless stumbling/becomes habit's empty comfort." I'm flattened by the acuity of that line. ~~ Diana