“When we are unhurried and wise, we perceive that only great and worthy things have any permanent and absolute existence, that petty fears and petty pleasures are but the shadow of the reality.”
Henry David Thoreau
“Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.”
Carl Sandburg
Memorial to Hawaii's WWI Dead:
The "Natatorium."
“Everything that we see is a shadow cast by that which we do not see.”
Martin Luther King, Jr.
“Men are the dreams of a shadow.”
Pindar
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I used to tread water
in the North Atlantic.
Tough wavelets slapped me
upside the face.
Briny fingers
cork screwing my sinuses
with sting;
And I gagged
vainly trying to keep my nose above water
olive green,
concealing monsters,
and cold.
*
Today I float on my back
'neath a softly scented
azure Summer sky,
lazily alert to delight and
resting a cold libation
on the breast bone beneath
my swells;
I float in joy,
and gratitude.
Same ocean - different me
more like most myself,
it seems,
I have abandoned struggle
for abandon.
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