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I remember
arms and legs
working
everything into my mouth
pebbles dirt bees
I sang the earth
running rubber knees
kicking the sky swing
standing where the rain just……..stopped
laden fruit trees
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I was used to shining light in the dark
glasses in the sun
hiding blindness
running ahead
while looking back
I trip upon the truth
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now that I am on
the outside of the mountain
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I’m trusting
that
love knows
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photo credits: http://www.flickr.com/photos/jp_42/4930340343/
“Kicking the sky swing”–yes!! Love the visceral, physical sweep of this vibrant reminder of wild thing/child. Yes, let’s trust “that/love knows.” Lovely. Thank you.
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wild thing/child….all absorption and motion
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This is beautiful, J.H. The heart of a child sings the earth in such splendid tones. Sometimes I wonder how much of that voice remains present in the people around me. Or for that matter, in me. How much of this persistent longing to shut out the noise of civilization and to turn my back on the concrete realms of mankind are a reflection of the voice I once knew as a child. Playing in the grass. Wondering at the blossoms and the bees and the smell of fertile, undemanding earth.
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Thanks George…I’m reflecting that I am what I allow to influence me.
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Someone, deep inside, said,
Can you hear?
Someone, deep inside,
replied.
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Those lines, Teri, make me feel as a child listening to the story I want read over and over and over…
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Are we the story, being read, over and over….
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i’ve read the lines of your poem over and over … and I don’t expect to exhaust its riches. lovely on all levels. tony
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Teri just commented…
“Someone, deep inside, said,
Can you hear?
Someone, deep inside,
replied.”
sounds like a song….Thanks Tony
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trusting
curious mouths
tasting, learning
new worlds
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Now I’m engaging
as an age pioneer
trusting
curious
and learning
putting words in my mouth
instead
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i like that …
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yes, love knows…
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This says it all…..
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