the imagination required to see
how life grows through a series of moments
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(at once selfcontained, static and timeless
yet flying yes swarming into infinity)
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like flocks of geese breaking from an amber
sunset into invisibility
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like summer nights fading in september
flown into those endless twilights of eternity
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where sensation is becoming to where
we run blindly into fresh horizons
fading as each sunrise into darkness
this warm fleeting intimacy we share
created from those moments is the essence
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freddie omm
big sur
september 2019
Brilliant.
A direct and wondrously adept depiction of one of the baffling paradoxes of experience: how we learn and grow most from Individual events which are deep and momentous and seemingly etched forever into our minds, bodies and souls, while the idea of our growth, based on experience, is predicated on the constant succession and continuity of impressions and as you say, a flow, “a series of moments.. flying yes swarming into infinity.”
And so good to see those Geese again!
I couldn’t resist looking up that first reference to the Geese (in “endings and beginnings”):
“..soft rainfalls
drop on dewy, leaf-pocked grass, showering bright
like a sudden flow of MOMENTS through the calls
of a goosequilled V tooting past, this starry night”
Yes, it’s a bit of a constant indeed timeless theme, James.