movement. for every action . . . a reaction. perpetual motion. connecting. interacting. brushing. passing. bumping. crashing. the ripple effect.
i look around. i see people everywhere. going here and there and about. i wonder . . . where do they come from, where are they going. what do they carry inside, what do they hide? what things do they know , what have they seen, at which degree are we separated from each other and from reality? what was that? did he look at me or through me . . . or past me? we have more in common than not. from our place in human race to a shared bed. i feel the ripples from when it first dropped.
Thursday, January 18, 2007
a thing in motion . . .
Posted by Pythia3 at 10:13 AM
Labels: Life, Personal, Poetry, Relationships
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2 comments:
I simply loved this. You do seem to have such a knack for beauty.
Love this, too. Beautiful connectedness.
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