I think of an atom — with the enduring stateliness of nature behind it…
Ataraxia
If beliefs were atoms we were immune
from despair — the mystery of the living world
would reveal all in the rushing of water, the vapors
from a forest floor, even a growing wildfire
blackening the souls of trees, so wild and merciless,
just an excited wonder sweeping us to the great
joining/unjoining, throats become hoarse
singing our pressure waves of joy.
Thanks — with the idea that splitting can be destruction, I guess. Glad I happened on your site.
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I think of an atom — with the enduring stateliness of nature behind it…
Ataraxia
If beliefs were atoms we were immune
from despair — the mystery of the living world
would reveal all in the rushing of water, the vapors
from a forest floor, even a growing wildfire
blackening the souls of trees, so wild and merciless,
just an excited wonder sweeping us to the great
joining/unjoining, throats become hoarse
singing our pressure waves of joy.
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Excellent work! I especially like your description of the wildfire.
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