There was a clock
with many hands
And the space between a certain hand
at a specific area of the face
(i.e., that limited space between the hand and the face)
constituted a certain consciousness
Now each of the hands had different lengths and colors
and different numerals and experiences upon the face
to go through
There were black hands with long lengths
there were white hands with short lengths
there were wide little yellow hands
there were thin long red hands
For one space of a hand to hate another space of a distant hand
was insanity
since each hand was a part of the same one clock
For one space of a hand
at four
to want to eventually be wiser at eight
was foolish
since the space at four
could never really be the space at eight
Unless the space at four
could fully realize that
it was the space of all of the other hands
There is the limited little dull space of the segregated self
and there is the not-so-limited timeless space of vast intelligence
vast compassion
Which would you rather be?
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So true, Tom. And what a beautiful photo.
Yes, thank you much. 🙂
Delicious writing ✍️😍👍👍
Yes, it’s the writing. The superficial photo doesn’t matter. Period. 🙂
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This reminds me of Flatland by Abbott. Very well put and digestible. I’ll be thinking about this today
Never heard of it.
Yes, think about it… and go beyond thinking into something more whole and unfragmented (than mere thinking). 🙂
Flatland is described as “A romance of dimensions” a mind expanding work of art and impacted my thinking in many ways.
This one is a keeper! Love the analogy … and the droplets (another analogy for wisdom perhaps)
There is a space between the droplets which might, metaphorically, mean something, but the poem stands on its own without the photo. 🙂
Breathtaking photo!
Thanks but its not about the photo. 🙂
😊 I think I you need good words to go with a photo. Maybe the photo said more to me than the words could.
Very much enjoyed reading truth, and a great picture too.
Thanks, and i know what you mean… but real truth cannot be read; it can only be seen instantly without thought or agreement. 🙂
Or maybe felt with the heart, or maybe that could be deceiving at times.
Yes, feelings can be swayed by psychological motives too easily at times.
Excellent analogy!
Thank you! 🙂 Your user-name is reminding me that it is time for a drink. 🙂
Wonderful narrative Tom! Can’t we all just simply get along? Love the details you captured in that spiderweb photo by the way! 😀
Yes, exactly, Kym. 🙂
A lot of us (including the so-called President) were miseducated, with separation, indifference, callousness, and competition all being taught or transferred. Hence, the current chaos and disorder.
I concur! 🙂
You always give us food for thought on the intricacies of life, and time, and a spider web with droplets that looks ordinary if not for the macro lens.
Thank you, Linda! Keep those squirrels busy with preparing for the cold season! 🙂
You’re welcome Tom. I need to get to the store, once this rain lets up later in the week, and get some apples and baby pumpkins for them too. I knew we had a hot spell coming this week so I did not want to leave anything sitting around at the Park that might spoil. The apples on the Park tree are all gone, devoured by the squirrels and groundhog(s) then finished off by the birds and wasps. (Everyone politely awaits their turn, like Sabine’s Jay and Flicker series.) 🙂
You’ve brought to mind one of my favorite Jimmy Buffet songs called “Breathe In, Breathe Out, Move On.” It begins:
“I bought a cheap watch from a crazy man
Floating down canal
It doesn’t use numbers or moving hands
It always just says now
Now you may be thinking that I was had
But this watch is never wrong
And If I have trouble the warranty said
Breathe In, Breathe Out, Move On…”
Never heard that one, but it sounds cool! 🙂
Stunning capture, Tom!
Thanks, Donna! 🙂 But it’s really not about the photo whatsoever.
Stunning photo