through my window

the intersection

of tree

and sky,

the lines 

they paint

across pale blue horizons 

while two black specks of bird chase each other.

***

Truth,

expanding over snow-dipped houses–

it will never be found beneath my pen.

***

the earth knows things my mind cannot see.

***

but I can still sit back,

exhale,

and soak in the view:

a single, conscious moment in the universe.

tumblr_nxewliCb0n1u489n5o1_1280.jpgFebruary 6, 2016

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12 thoughts on “through my window

  1. I loved this piece, RJ. I can’t help but quote this line,

    “Truth,
    expanding over snow-dipped houses–
    it will never be found beneath my pen.”

    That really spoke to me– about the way we can see it all around us, but never quite recreate it in our lines. And yet, it’s enough to reveal its existence, even if we can never fully capture what it is in our offerings. You revealed it beautifully here…

    Peace
    Michael

    • Thanks so much, Michael. I’m thankful for your comment and the common ground you describe…never being able to fully capture truth, but still pointing towards its existence. It’s a wonderful way of putting it. Have a great week, RJ

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