not this one
my love—
possibly the next,
if we stop
at all, given
the parallels
we are
on.
Pieces of Poway
-
I.
Cupped cactus hand
Over the rolling gulley,
Flowers like lipstick disrobed,
Lizards all over, claiming it
Like jungle gym children
Or yards that own sprin...
3 hours ago
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6 comments:
fantastic, this words has moved me
haunting! i keep coming back to read this again!
utterly poignant, this is the supreme ache of separation and desire, counterpoint of free will and timespace, choice and predetermination, linear captivity
so many ways to interpret ... so many times i wish i could jump trains, span distance in the blink of a supernova ..
some say that for every choice we make "here", in a parallel life the choices we didn't make play out anyway ...
the image is perfect - you created it?
thank you Laura ...
it's good
to see you
today!
Shell, i suspect
you think
as i do ...
truth be told,
the image is not mine ...
just a stock shot
but it caught my eye.
i'm quite certain
that
there exist
an infinite
number
of parallel universes
in which all possible
combinations
of events
have
and do
play out ...
and that
we travel
event by event
across
all
or some of them
by the choices
we make,
concious
or otherwise ...
what do you think?
btw ...
it is wonderful
to hear from you!
eversoyes .. your suspicions about how i think are wholly correct ...
and y'know, someone with a similar inner paradigm took that shot and it found its way to you .. there are no coincidences ...
it's good to talk directly at last, eh? i'm a bit of a hermit but have been reading you for ages now! lol
it's
about time,
no?
*smiles*
(you
should
write
more
often)
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