new streams cut and curve
diving down through the snowpack
escaping the slopes with the help of the sun
cold and barren ideas will eventually thaw
find their flowing descent from high mountains of mind
to the ponds and the pools where they join
other waters absconded from glaciers of ancient beliefs
swirling eddies reconstitute certainties
muddle and deconstruct dogmatic doctrines
no longer cast frozen in rarefied air
now in potable mixtures free radical concepts
available here within low-lying reach of the everyman
this is where thinking can have its refreshment
slake thirst for clear unpresumed knowledge
if only the thinker will kneel unassuming
make cup of his penitent palms and then drink
From my book Small Noise
A box of treasures containing pertinent messages and sublime metaphors
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cheers, my friend
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It would be nice if those idea, would flow, just a bit more fast and more creatively..
Speaking about myself…
just in-case you miss-read!
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I’d welcome that, too
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I understand that even the highest tarns are now contaminated with giardia . . . I’m afraid ‘pure thought’ is about as out of reach for us as ‘pure water’: the next generation can but recycle what the past generation thought up . . . Cynical me!!!
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good reasons to pray
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My hands are cupped. I drink to be filled.
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I couldn’t have asked for a better compliment – thank you, Alice
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🙂
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Terrific advice..delivered in form of well-crafted poetic verse. Nice work.
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thanks kindly, Steph
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Just marvelous, my Friend 🙂
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thanks kindly, Morgan
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Well done !
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much appreciated, Hugh
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Very beautiful picture.
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I agree – I enjoy searching for complementary images for my poems
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Refreshing ideas. They go with the water flowing from many sources.
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glad it worked for you
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Reblogged this on Teacher as Transformer and commented:
The picture and the poem come to life together. It is in pauses we find refreshment. We clear our minds and hearts of certainty and welcome what we do not understand and possibly cannot fully understand into our lives. It is in those moments that our hearts melt as we turn silently towards the sun.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers – and for your thoughtful words
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Reblogged this on rennydiokno.com.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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A beautiful work.
Hugs
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thanks kindly
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Thank you for visiting my blog and for liking one of my posts. Blessings, Natalie 🙂
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my pleasure, natalie
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I love the word play in this poem.
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thanks kindly, Nadia
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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Outstanding, Paul. Wisdom: visionary and prophetic. Thank you. I’m with Alice. My hands are cupped too. Joy and peace of the season for you and yours.
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thank you most sincerely
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Reblogged this on crjen1958.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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With continued respect and gratitude: https://windinmywheels.com/2017/04/14/think-for-yourself/
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thank you again for sharing my poem with your readers – your gracious words move me deeply
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