The Null Sum of Travel
(regardless of time or space)
confined in a space
removed from the space
we traverse
we arrive
confines removed
only to discover we have
always been there
where we have been
where we are
where we are going
no confines can remove
past
present
future
from any moment
each stays with us
within each moment
Elan Mudrow’s poem One, One Thousand. Two, One Thousand, caused me to consider the significance of time within each moment. Specifically, it was his line, “As we confine ourselves in a space,” that brought me here.
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This is great my friend, love it…..feeling the space…or lack of😊
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Catching up on reading here, then slowed when a post inspires me. That’s a good thing.
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Always, he is an amazing writer too😊 just like us….haha, kidding? Nah…we are….
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excellent rendering of our paradoxical existence, the simultaneous unfolding and enfolding, always with the trace of what was and what will be.
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My goodness: there’s sure a lot of thinking going on around here . . .
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