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(This poem is dedicated to the creativity of my father, Mark.) |
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| It is: |
| the cause and effect of our life, in line |
| on equal mirror footing. |
| A dance with intention upon |
| notes set by fate, |
| seeking ultimately what we know to find; |
| already a child divine. |
| Drawing influence in our breath, then |
| in exhale, the mark already made, |
| we complete a cycle of potential |
| born from our position between |
| stimuli |
| and independent responses then made. |
| Yet, |
| beneath all we soberly know, |
| hidden in what we conceive as conscious reaction, |
| lies a mysterious truth, |
| the basis of our action. |
| It brought us to this point |
| and leads us forward |
| into the somehow familiar?, unknown! |
| Like the wind on the tree |
| and the tree on the wind |
| we carry what is, will, and has been, |
| aware or not of our dual effective matter. |
| For both you and me, beautifully, |
| that is the way nature set it to be. |
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© Sara Smerdon |
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Tip:
Clicking on the image at top of page will take you to a new page within my
art gallery which contains a full version of this painting/collage, |
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