[When one (while quite alive) is not merely recognizing things that were learned — including the images of self — then there is the possibility for that pure flame (which is beyond the musty, dusty, stored past) to flower without effort of any kind.]
If wondrous joy
thou doth employ
one’s being must sometimes let go
of its carriage
For being is becoming…
and always reaching
will never ever
capture the marriage
For psychologically ending
is real life befriending
which no wise unbeing
will ever disparage
Beyond caterpillar. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
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‘For being is becoming… and always reaching’ This is it exactly
Good! To realize that, one must be far beyond the self that was manufactured by society, time, and thought.
Lovely poem and great capture of the butterfly. 🙂
Thanks much, Sci! I photographed the butterfly in a wonderful meadow that was beautiful until someone illegally had dumped tons of drywall and concrete in it from a house that must have been demolished. Fortunately, the farmer who owns the land had the stuff taken away properly. Now it is beautiful again! 🙂
It makes me so mad when builders do this. We see it here sometimes too. Well dome to the farmer though 🙂
wonderful poem and photo, Tom
Much appreciated, Mitza! Fortunately, like I mentioned to Sci, up above, the butterfly in the photo was in a better (cleaned up) place! 🙂
great, Thomas, wishing you a wonderful week-end, regards Mitza