Enjoyed this perfectly arranged presentation.
An insightful peek into the creative well in a sense.
"A cycle of motion that began as a particle of dust
In the eyes of the great imagination"

Blessings to you always,
~Gwendolyn

Its simplicity holds me in awe, its statements inspire, yet cause one to internally think beyond..........M

Yes, "it is time to migrate" and find that "next plateau." "Into the great wide open." That "particle of dust" floats within "the sun's grain's eye" and carries within it the potential of new creation. -another fine piece of thought provoking poetry.
~Butch Howard

The Great Mathematician and Logician at work! Evolving from A to B or going round in circles of "reinvention"? I'm glad you're busy beavering, Jude... finding a way out of this Wilderness that we've been wandering about in for oooooo... about 40 years or so... We seem to have lost it since We Are Stardust, We Are Golden and We've Got To Get Ourselves Back To The Garden...

I really rather think that, if there really IS no core Truth that stands apart from all else, whether we can fathom it or not, then the hopes of finding it within ourselves to evolve sufficiently to gain the giddy heights of the Next Plateau are momentarily looking a little peaky. If there is no objective Truth, then perhaps the spokes will all depart FROM a central core of individual being, rather than to work TOWARDS it. Blah, blah.. could spend at LEAST a week debating all this but... To conclude, this is a wonderful Pslamist's write and it is interesting that we tend to find the Biblical Psalms of such comfort when actually they express a load of all the pitfalls in life that could otherwise crush us. Just goes to show that Words in seaon are ALWAYS effective, whether to teach, exhort or bring relief. And there were none more vagabond-like than the writers of scripture... Well, except Solomon who seemed to have a pretty cushy number...

Just a few dusty thoughts, for what they're worth, from a tired old nag... :)) K xx

Yes for all our fire and reason, we a but a speck on the evolution of intelligence.

Ron

My dear Jude~
The depositional angels of intriguing sediments here, raises you on the highest tableland among such vagabond ruralism, leaving me no choice but to climb the slopes of those buried licks of literature, poetry and prose...to this “ Next Plateau”
Amazing concept!
I’m on!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~

Jude,

But I am just another vagabond
Passing through the great divide of conceptual existence

The poet's voice.

Kathy

like a true evolutionary...one plateau at a time...

I always know when that time comes for restless the lion becomes. Nice write. lady j

I always knew you were a vagabond and have no doubt that you are capable of "reinventing the next plateau" ... hugs

. . . and we all journey to the next life experience.
You even made me look up a word I didn't know on this one (carapace). At first I thought it had something to do with garages (car-space). . .me and my aging eyes!

blessin's. . . hang tuff in this heat!
cynth'ya

dee and thought provoking write-i agree-a lot to think about and digest here

Materfully written my friend....alot to chew on here!!

Love Tinka

Great write, Jude. Thanks for sharing.

Jude, as we learn to climb...we also learn to know our limitations and usually come away from a hard climb with a learning experience. I, myself, believe we grow as humans through each experience we struggle through in our lives. This is a way for us to be able to accept circumstances that comes against us to bring us to the place where we can accept the heartaches & trials we suffer on this earth. I'm waiting for that next plateau, knowing it will be a magnificent place to live an eternal life. I enjoyed this!

It is much to ponder, "it is time to migrate
from division. To reinvent the next plateau"
Excellent work!

Always look up, never look down my friend. There are many unknown worlds yet to be painted and you are one of those artists qualified to take on that challenge.

Love & Light always and in all ways,
Joseph*

God I love the way you write: one cannot just skim, they have to dive in and think for a while after having read your words: thank you, Jude. Perfection.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

You just keep climbing one plateau after another--

If, in your own hopeful anticipation, you begin to see something materializing out of the mist in the distance - be it plateau or peak - I would love to hear about it Jude. This write is thoughtful and indicative of someone who needs to continue moving on into new territory. Amen!
Richard

you know the layers and dimensions of existence and beam hope to all goodwill ambassadors.

Powerful write Jude
The harder the clime helps you
Appreciate the next plateau!
I must Agreed with Dawn Richerson the last two stanzas!
Enjoyed this very much!
Love Peace and Joy to you always...Yolie

Jude,
Powerful write! May we all find our next plateau!

Many blessings,
~Linda

Many a vagabond has joyously reinvented - the next plateau.

last two lines provide an image gift that will lead us on, deeper into our spiritual development, on to broader horizons. we are all but vagabonds, but that doesn't mean we've got to sludge through life weighed down by separation. speaking to myself here, too. Dawn

The more difficult the climb, the more appreciative of the next plateau is..

Powerfully profound though a bit on the pesimistic side, it is difficult to argue with your point of view, Jude, though I will. LOL! Though we live this lifetime struggling in most every way, I will say that there is little to be learned through the easy things in life and much to be learned through difficult ones. It is those times when I accomplish something that was not sure I could, or when I learn to love someone who is unlovable, that I look in the mirror in amaze and with great pride for I know that I have grown spiritually. Living in difficult times is what separates the doers from the talkers, the strong from the weak and the youthful souls from the Sages. This is far too philosophical for 5:20 a.m. I suppose, but I think that pressing forward through this space will automatically recreate and deliever us to the next plateau. Very well written, Jude...see ya on the mesa, amigo!
Take care,
Sherry

Dividing the circumference
Reinventing the next plateau

Within these words are the keys for living and xhange.
Magnifiscent!
Susan

Perhaps the next plateau, will be a good place, happiness may be found there in abundance, I hope so, as much as I hope for my self in this life of the mundane...
Keep looking upward and forward
Grace n peace
Ch'erie

As always Jude your writing transcends the normal to look at and describe existance as you see it which is usuallly pretty accurate as in this write. Well done old friend.

Fee

as always I enjoy your work, well said

May you travel from plateau to plateau Jude, finding purpose and reason. Powerful write.

Your will to write of truths of hope cannot be hidden and I am gladdened by it and your presence as I taste the winds of contemplated change. Continue to reinvent via your thoughts and excellent writes. I bow as always to your pen. PLB&G for caring and sharing. <Mikii>

The future brings hope to all of us.

George

Aren't we but specks in an unending universe that is forever expanding? And still we suffer the slings and arrows of outrages fortune. Great poem. Victor

'But it is time
To migrate from division' ... yes, yes: absolutely Jude!!!
Love it... Time to reinvent the next plateau!
And, blessings in shared presences... Engaging for a wonderful moment.
Love, Suzie :-D

I have read this poem words coming at me like an stampede of thoughts trampling on hope, vagabonds and non existent truths.
Last, but not the least, the stampede went out to the abyss pushed from behind by desillusion.
A sad and somber one, but good.
Georg

The Next Plateau awaits us from under the Cinzano umbrella, a cold, frosty Corona, and an organ grinder, the hurdy-gurdy man, and a gypsy fortune teller with cleavage from which we pull the lime/lemon wedges...she is saying something about poetry leeches who hang on and on...attaching themselves, in torn shoes that would be better off with begonia's planted in the gardner's shoe, sucking the life blood out of the stone without a grateful smile...we just need a cool breath on the back of our necks and a cold long-neck...Cheers!

Sage

long live the mind game...
superb write, jude.
peace,
carolyn

I also am just a mere particle of dust

in this sand storm of a world we live in..

Great write Robert!