Sunday, March 03, 2013

One Single Impression: Unlimited


Deer do not look both ways
Before they cross.
In fact, they have no idea about looking.
They cross.

It's a question of focus.
They have it.  They go  forward.

It is for us to stop.
To breathe.
To let
These gentle shape-shifters
Transform the here and now
Into the religion of being.

It is for us to watch shadow
Take the form of life
And to enter the dream.

One Single Impression

14 comments:

Lin Floyd said...

perfect capture of a moment! lovely...

Green Speck said...

And that's when dream can turn to reality :-)

Leovi said...

  Beautiful poem with a few drops of existentialism. I will become to enter the dream.

Sylvia K said...

I do agree -- that is when a dream can turn into reality! Lovely words for the day, Sandy!

anthonynorth said...

So very true. Lovely words.

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Myrna R. said...

Love the feeling this creates in me. I need these balancing thoughts. Thank you Sandy.

Harshad Mehta said...

Focus. Let it get into being!

typewriterpoet said...

i wish i had that focus well maybe some day = )

Nimue said...

nature send such lovely reminders for us to pause and breathe ...

totomai said...

i kept on re-reading the first part.
it was just brilliant.

Jim said...

Lovely verse about the most elegant animal. More times than not we see a deer or more while we are playing golf.
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Ramesh Sood said...

I love the way you have made me learn with the example of deer..Thanks for OSI..

RS