Light and breath there.
How many years to cross this portal,
To get from here to there?
Too many or none.
Call me. I come.
(Very recently reconnected with an old friend--a very good old friend--and realized that living well is a matter of being in love with life on its terms, not mine, and of letting it be. That, I think, is the only invitation necessary to pass through the portal.)
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How many years to cross this portal_the meanings with innocent simplicity hum a melody of poetic thought..SandyCarlson..Thank U..
ReplyDeletenice shotand nicely said
ReplyDeletemind challenging
This is a glorious pic of a window and your words create a song-like complement! Wonderful!
ReplyDeleteIndeed, none of us knows the days, hours or years on this side of this portal.
ReplyDeletethis photo can indeed relate to reality. too many doors but only one is special.
ReplyDeleteWow this poem is very beautiful. The rhythm is wonderful and you conveyed such profound meaning through such simple words.. that's a rare gift.
ReplyDeleteA suggestion of indecision; not of our own choosing. This a lovely photo of inviting light seen from within. Your words are thought provoking.
ReplyDeleteThat's lovely, Sandy! And the photo is magnificent! I'll call you! Hugs! Happy weekend!
ReplyDeleteThis evokes the 'dust you are and dust you shall be' of the funeral service. Amazing things await once the call is answered. Such hope in this poem. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteHuuuuummmm. Pappy
ReplyDeleteLove it!!! And the picture is perfect.
ReplyDeleteThis is really lovely.
ReplyDeletebeautiful shot! that's a nice view.
ReplyDeleteWonderful image and splendid thought.
ReplyDeleteI think there is a reality in which neither the time gliding nor the space exist, and yet is much more live and concrete than our world.
a lovely poem of acceptance.
ReplyDeletea wonderful post for Sunday. light should always rule our lives.
ReplyDeleteA nice thought provoking post, and with a beautiful window to enhance your words... I remember being told that my next stop could be my last one if I did not have a certain operation... I did not then or now feel ready to move much closer to that portal. :O)
ReplyDeleteThis was excellent Sandy. What a great prompt this week!
ReplyDeleteLoved the photo too, striking.
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Lovely photo and very moving poem. The poem is settling inside me, helping to calm me down on a fractious day. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteA delight! Reminds me of "I come quickly"... your rhythm is enchanting. :)
ReplyDeleteOh wow, not only a pretty photo but some deep thoughts as well!
ReplyDeleteBeauitful photos on your blog space. Followed your link from Sky Watch Friday and like what you are doing here.
ReplyDeleteNice rhyme-and a theological theme too. Lovely Photgraph.
ReplyDeleteThank You.
It beckons. And you help us along with those words.
ReplyDeleteI am commenting here to thank you for your encouraging comments on my Sky Watch Friday post. Then I saw your photos and had to tell you I LOVE this one! I like the rose bud too.
ReplyDeleteThis is one of those beautiful notions you keep with you for days.
ReplyDeleteThanks,Sandy
WOW! Fabulous verse and Fabulous Pic! WOW!
ReplyDeleteSuch beautiful words and thoughts, I had to read and enjoy it three times.
ReplyDeleteThoughtful piece - beautiful photo!
ReplyDeleteA poem of wavering,then decision. Good work. Love the photo with the light streaming through the window, enticing you to come!
ReplyDeleteBeing in love with life on its terms, not mine..that is profound!
ReplyDeleteThe last four words reveal your honorable humility. Beautiful post.
letting that which truly does not matter, slide. I really wish that I'd figured this all out much sooner!
ReplyDeleteGorgeous photo and an exquisite deep poem. "Too many or none. Call me I come." Beautiful lines, but then the whole poem is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI just love both the pictures and words. How lovely and nicely said.
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absolutely!!!... call me i come.. when you spoke of reconnecting w/an old friend... and letting it be... great stuff sandy... i imagined it's as if feather light to pass through... definitely spoke to me!!
ReplyDeleteI was reminded of the years that I stopped talking to Dad. The years grew wider and the courage to call grew faint. Finally, I made the call. It was welcomed.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful :-) The picture and the poetry that goes with it...
ReplyDeleteThanks for being here.