The rock has known the hollow harmony of water,
The limbless rock has learned the joy of dance,
On the bottom of the river it learns to measure love that passes,
And dry in the sun it learns thirst and to sing a lament.
It has always been whole, complete,
Only by being caressed it learns
The limitation of solid.
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So solid there's no room for movement. I have known this feeling. Good one Russell!! What's happening in Tuscon??
Wow!
Thanks Pat! Just visiting the grandkid (the others are in N. Carolina). Going to see the University of Arizona today. Can't wait! Thanks for the great comment.
Thanks Aurora! I'm glad you enjoyed it (I love your Wows).
It seems to me that, here, you have reached a moment of enlightenment, Russell. This is the teacher in you like no other. I find here an encompassing tranquillity in knowing limitations, the kind that is neither self-imposed nor damned.
A priceless piece to mark a new year for creative endeavors. ^_^ Be blessed.
Thanks soulless! That was one of the most beautiful comments I have ever read. Be blessed, sweet one!
Ah if only the rock and the tree could speak-what tales they would tell
Thanks Sue. What tales and what philosophies, indeed!
I call it fluidity. Maybe I am wrong.
Thanks gautami tripathy! It is indeed about change of states (like the physical states of matter). The rock was once a hot liquid and has just forgotten. We become so overwhelmed with the current state we find ourselves in sometimes. You know how obsessed I am with transformation. Thanks for your perceptive comment!
Great one! Hope your visit to the UA was a great one. Tell me please.
Thanks Don! I went to the Poetry center and spent all afternoon reading - wow that was wonderful! I went to the English Department where I spent so much time and had so many wonderful friends and had a fantastic trip down memory lane. I'll go back again tomorrow. What a fantastic pleasuure!
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