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wyOHMing
by Rob LittlerThe hum of the vibrating world
Is just beyond the sublime reverie,
Where silence is not the absence
Of sound, but is listening to Everything—
Where noise is heard before its
Being made, making the present
Feel like a memory—anticipation
Falling to what isn’t expected,
Tempting déjà vu to be true.
There is otherness in the image of you,
Captured in the mirror—that which
Can not be seen directly, for the looking.
Like catching yourself in the eye of a past
Life, noticing the pattern of an iris, and hue.
On the periphery and everywhere around you
Is wisdom, that can be found in an older wiser
Version of a face, still ecstatic at newness, but
Expectant of the entanglements of revelation.
02/11/2015 Posted on 02/11/2015
Copyright © 2025 Rob Littler
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/13/15 at 05:14 PM It's easy to connect the deep meditative state of this poem to sitting on top of Table Mountain at 11,000 feet gazing out at the Tetons in wonderment, too young and stupid to know I shouldn't be climbing that high and that hard. Now there was some hard wisdom learned. Better, and more sane, was cross-country skiing in Yellowstone in the dead of winter with three companions. Give me the snowy silence of the un-peopled world and I will give you the real "now" where the mind can breath. "On the periphery and everywhere around you
Is wisdom," - great line among many. Thanks for this. |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 02/16/15 at 04:06 PM Cogent and eloquent evidence that resistance is not necessarily futile... |
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