Thursday, February 10, 2011

Walking and Pondering...

when I was young
the path I followed was straight and clear

I knew truth



right and wrong
black and white
the purpose of my being


in time
the path began to vanish
waver


until
it disappeared
into a broader place
of knowing

 knowing
I
know
hardly anything at all
of
why
and
how we are here
and that's the wonder of it
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3 comments:

  1. Beautifully said and with perfect illustrations. I have arrived at that same place of unknowing, with my heart wide open. The mystery of Life is the air I breathe. Lovely post. Thank you.

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  2. Beautiful, Joan, and so it is, isn't it, as we grow up and then older we should have wonderment? Your pictures fit in so snugly with your beautiful, beautiful words. Much to ponder in a few brief lines.

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