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Friday, October 5, 2018

What Wants to Come - Richard Wehrman



Out of that space that she
could not command, could
not direct, could extract
nothing from, except what
was given by the space itself,
out it came - what wanted
to come in its own way - and
she.....
the one along on the hurtling
ride, though space itself
was Silence itself, unmoving,
unmoved, unmovable - yet
it drew her in, into its very within,
she.....
who had been with-out, powerless,
hands pressed
against the glass of its sides,
like Alice to the looking-glass,
then she fell.....
was lifted in, was absorbed
into all she saw,
the all that was, that is,
heard, smelled, touched, tasted,
though none of these senses were,
only the clear light,
flooding the field, the transition
of the seasonal air, as Summer
shimmered into non-existence,
and clarity stood in silent
reveling: color and light and
form, falling upon her...


Poem - Richard Wehrman
From: Being Here

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Top Photo via No Mind's Land
Bottom Photo - mine - a mistake, color enhanced
Can you see the form of a woman in pink with
arms outstretched? :)


2 comments:

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    1. In a sense, for me, it speaks to me of "birthing" whatever wants to come out of the Silence that we are; in its own way, in its own time. Giving "birth" from the space of the unborn, and finding ourselves being birthed... But that's only my interpretation. Would love to have known the poet's meaning... :)

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