Yes, the velocity of the void
Mimics its explanation.
The void is no different than its explanation.
There is no explaining the void.
When we are young
We’re in a hurry to fathom
What distance
We shall never fully muster.
Facing an unknown. This wind,
Unknown by name, reckons
It once was home.
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good one, Bob; the void is simply there; it does not require explanation, merely acceptance —
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Thanks John. I agree. There’s no really explaining. Like you said, merely acceptance. And experiencing it.
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Love this. Especially the first two stanzas. How immeasurable it all is, and soundless and vast.
And some winds have names, don’t they? The wind of change, or el Niño. We like to name them as if we know them.
The end is thought-provoking. How the wind by its very nature is always moving so can never be home. Lovely, Bob.
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Thank you Sunra. Yes, some winds to have names. For example, the north wind that has brought cold rain all week. I do miss that warm southern wind. But like you said, the wind is always moving.
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This is epic!
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Thank you so much!! That’s very kind. Much appreciated.
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The void is no different than its explanation…love that!!!
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Thank you Rajani!!
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How you make this poem so grim and yet beautiful is a marvel Bob…..beautiful in that there is no limit in that distance we “muster” when we are kids and yet, grim because there’s the feeling that “it once was home” or maybe it’s not grim at all because that unknown, that wind can become home again?
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I think when we are young we think our horizons go on and on. But we get older and realize that’s not the case. But there is something affirming there, so lose of ego that connects us with everything. If that makes sense??
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I’m reminded of those people who practice I think it’s called Tai Chi in the park and they assume the shapes of different animals and what not, to connect to the natural world and get out of their heads.
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Seems like a cool way of getting out of our head.
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I never tried it, but we did invent a variation called Tai Chee Pee. It’s when you’re drunk and gotta pee and you’re worried about cops….you just break out into Tai Chee mode while simultaneously peeing.
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Haha! that’s hilarious. I wish I had know about Tai Chee Pee when I was younger.
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It takes bravery to look at the void and consider it. Your poem faces it with learning as we age. And like that lesson. Slow down from our hurry and listen to the wind. This is a great reminder 🌞
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Thanks Dave!
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I really like and appreciate how “the explanation“ is given its rightful place and value here. But mostly I love how the unnameable wind was once home. Origin. The poem feels very Tao.
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Thanks Chris. I agree, this did have a Tao feel. Letting things go with the flow.
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I love:
When we are young
We’re in a hurry to fathom
What distance
We shall never fully muster.
Fantastic work, and a pleasure to read, as always, Bob!
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Much appreciated! Thanks.
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