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November 2009 
One Way that Matters
Posted on Feb 25th, 2009
by 
Doug
Doug
You perhaps don't remember
the reflection (flying over clouds illuminated by sunlight),
the refraction (most commonly observed when a wave passes from one medium to another),
it was a hall of mirrors,
facing one another,
you standing
there,
your back to me,
that significant smile,
and I wondered
the meaning
of your running shoes hanging over the wire,
laces tied
with that delicate silence,
that whispers morning
from dream,
the mud path,
children's bare feet
wearing a summer oblique
phrase,
passed the old wooden
bandstand,
grey, quiet,
humid morning after,
inhabited by the ghosts
of our mother's music,
reflected (the change in direction of a wavefront),
refracted (
v1 and v2 are the wave velocities through the respective media.
θ1 and θ2 are the angles between the normal (to the interface) plane and the incident waves respectively
),
a glass door,
a sky pregnant
with the gathering rain,
a simple word
carefully etched in white,
“Shelter...............retlehS”.
the reflection (flying over clouds illuminated by sunlight),
the refraction (most commonly observed when a wave passes from one medium to another),
it was a hall of mirrors,
facing one another,
you standing
there,
your back to me,
that significant smile,
and I wondered
the meaning
of your running shoes hanging over the wire,
laces tied
with that delicate silence,
that whispers morning
from dream,
the mud path,
children's bare feet
wearing a summer oblique
phrase,
passed the old wooden
bandstand,
grey, quiet,
humid morning after,
inhabited by the ghosts
of our mother's music,
reflected (the change in direction of a wavefront),
refracted (
v1 and v2 are the wave velocities through the respective media.
θ1 and θ2 are the angles between the normal (to the interface) plane and the incident waves respectively
),
a glass door,
a sky pregnant
with the gathering rain,
a simple word
carefully etched in white,
“Shelter...............retlehS”.
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doug!
starstruck –
speechless!
(my highest compliment! ;-)
Thank you Mary!
We’ve talked much about mirrors and reflection is only so interesting but today I’m noticing refraction. Like you say something to me, a word, a phrase, an image and the something that came from you passes through me creating colors I hadn’t dreamed of before.
Oh you’re right! I read the poem and got annoyed. “Oh, another poem about relationships. Doug - alwyas with the “relationships.” And then read the comments. Realized Mary and I are in totally different dimensions of the same planet. Realized that the poem IS refracting my impatience back to me. Helping me see. So, I went back up to try to read the poem again. It was like reading a pile of wood. Alas. Perhaps I’m drying up.
Hi Martha and Lol!
So true!
I have to slap myself sometimes because I’m soooooo obsessive!
So if I was reading the wood pile I would be seeing the potential for a really HOT evening!
Got matches?
Hi Martha,
I’m back again and I thought I would just talk without being goofy for a minute and perhaps engage you in something more intellectual. I was just reading something about the Akashic field and while the name is new to me the experience isn’t new.
I was commenting earlier on a pod discussion and was saying that I don’t really write poetry; well sometimes I do and when I do it’s awful! Ditto painting!
That’s true, poems happen to me, I see things on my walks, I overhear a conversation, a memory and something clicks in me that it’s significant and all I really do is write down what I experienced. Painting is similar but the forms are manifested as a result of the process of painting.
Intellectually my work is meaningless if the words and forms are assembled in the brain. There is also a connection between my work and my son. Well for one he taught me how to tune in to a vast feeling space. That space contains all feeling, doesn’t matter if it’s a rock floating in space on the edge of the very beginning of the universe or someone sitting right next to me. It’s all there. The second thing is you can not spend time with Ben and not be changed. You either begin to experience his world or you run in frustration and anger if your world is too concrete and you have boundaries that are heavily guarded.
I have this strong feeling that you are perplexed by me; on the one hand there is this foolish, sometimes outrageous man and on the other hand there is something intriguing, curious.
Well damn I don’t have all the answers to explain and I usually don’t feel compelled to offer an explanation because there is usually no need for it.
What I do feel is there is a reason why for all of us and that reason is not to copy someones wisdom, we need to make our own.
So Debby M sent an email today wanting to start up the intender’s pod again. So here is mine.
That everyone who crosses my path, either here in cyberspace, through my work or in person is healed of the illusion that they need to fit in, and that they begin to have the eyes to see that they already do fit in, in a much bigger way. All they have to do is allow.
Oh, and that vast feeling space; whatever you put in is what flows through you! Sometimes I put in a tad too much fire and I get heartburn!!
You see I really am a fool sometimes. ;-)
Hugs((()))
fools we be
lockstepped and misstepped
along the wandering way
and water does smooth stone
allowing allowing
and wind does move mountains
allowing allowing
and boys do make men of their fathers!
;-)
the sound of heavy silk rustling
all i can hear
and the taste of your mouth
do i understand
Just a little while ago this same place was frozen white cold
but now a warm sun and very soon
one of those corny red and white checkered table clothes
maybe a basket and canopy of new leaves,
the sounds of laughter
will return,
the kind of laughter that comes from a hunger satiated