Is it too late for what I know
To bring back breathing mystery?
The sky’s so deep. Spring breezes blow,
But poverty is what I see.
There must be more. This looks like less.
So I study. May I be
Recovered by what yearns to bless
And smiles with sure serenity.
Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics. Mish is hosting with the theme of still learning. I feel like I am learning to unlearn much of what I thought was true.
Photos: “White and Blue and Evergreen”, above, and “Mild Breeze Moves the Willow on a Bright Blue Day”, below.
I love what you learn from the breathing… we can all learn by being.
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Thank you, Bjorn!
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I love your paradoxes – the deep sky, “there must be more, this looks like less”. Very clever take on the prompt.
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I am glad you liked it. Thank you, Sarah!
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Perhaps in this age of knowledge, it does look less, perhaps we don’t value our experiences enough. I can feel the yearning.
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Good point about not valuing our experiences enough. Thank you, Alison!
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So mote it be
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Thank you!
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‘there must be more, this looks like less’ I like that.
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Thank you, Jane!
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🙂
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“there must be more, this looks like less” – what a great phrase – it really makes me think about things in a new way.
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I am glad you liked that line. Thank you, Jo!
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Oh yes..the line mentioned by others is thought-provoking! I also enjoyed the alliteration and the genuineness of your words.
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I am glad you liked it also, Mish! Thank you.
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I hate it too when my favorites don’t spring to life. Sometimes they’re just late bloomers, lol
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Sometimes they are just late bloomers. Thank you, Walter!
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Thank You Frank!
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As usual, Frank, your deft (and deep) use of rhyme takes my breath away.
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I am glad you liked this, De. Thank you!
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Being recovered by what yearns to bless! What a great line! …making the world a better place!
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Thank you, Dwight!
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Is it too late for what I know
To bring back breathing mystery?
That is quite a question. No, I would say. It’s never too late. Mystery breathes in the answers and the questions. Love this poem!
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Never too late. Thank you, Mary!
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Hear, hear—and may we all…
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Thank you!
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Breathing mystery is so important, especially the mystery of nature. I love the juxtaposition of deep sky and spring breezes with the poverty that can be seen all around , and the contrast of more and less – the eternal conundrum.
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Some perspectives are poorer than others because they lack much of the mystery. Thank you, Kim!
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True. Poverty is what we see.
Hope to witness a better reality…
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When we see the mystery, the poverty will vanish. Thank you, Anita!
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There is always “more.”
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Yes, there is. Thank you, Annell!
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“May I be recovered by what yearns to bless…” What a thought-provoking phrase. Great write!
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Thank you, Beverly!
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Agree with others – there must be more, this looks like less – is magical.
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I am glad you liked it. Thank you, Reena!
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Mystery oF LoVE
Flavors All Of
Nature
JusT
Waiting
To Be Tasted
Touched And Delivered..:)
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Love flavors all of nature–nice view of love. Thank you, Fred!
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SMiLes.. i
Find Many
Flavors
oF LoVE
Dancing
Singing Free
Verse LiFE NoW Connecting SMiLes..:)
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A thought provoking poem, Frank. I suppose that poverty has more than one interpretation and those with economic poverty may have emotional riches and vice versa.
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Poverty can mean many things. Here it is more a poverty of imagination. Thank you, Robbie!
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