Meditation on a sun break

All this new shrub I planted needs is light and rain to take root. Good soil. And so it pours through me too and that’s all I need to make my own flowers or fruit, what we use to create. The juice from an apple runs down my chin, a fly happens by. I am that fly, happening by.



Categories: poetry, writing

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6 replies

  1. I like this! All beings relative to one another in size, in longevity … yet each seeing “all” thru a limited perspective lens unique to its specifics … would the fly agree?

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  2. I like it. Very Alan Watts-y.

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  3. Puts me in mind of the Bard.
    “As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods; the crush us for their sport.”
    Or, much more poetically, Dire Straits.
    “Sometimes you’re the windshield; sometimes you’re the bug.”
    Greeting to you, mate.

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