Wednesday, March 29, 2017

LOOKIING TO THE BEST OF US



THERE IS EVER A PLACE

In the tall grass,
mortal places
where the soul may rest;
unhindered by sun and shadow
lay the best of humanity.

Thoughts untouched by hands of doubt,
the exclusion of all mind rotting ideas.
Man seeks to not hide
but hidden, alone—quietly in thought,
away from blaring noblesse born trouble.

There is ever a place that allows the freedom
of peace, quiet, revelation of light from within.
Among the reeds, the silent flight of Kingfishers
drown out the bellow of fisher kings bent on wealth.
Within is where the sea meets shore, quiet meets peace.

© M Durfee
3/6/17 (r3/29)

17 comments:

  1. What a beautiful poem, Meouw Poppa ... me suspect me will read this over and over ... thank you so much for sharing ... meouw ... but in the meantime i will be going now to hit the slopes one mo time with your permission ... smiles ... video shows me, the lousy skier, my son on snowboard and daughter in law skiing and filming ... come along, hmmm? ... Love, cat.
    https://www.youtube.com/embed/aJ9hdrEE3q4?rel=0&controls=0&showinfo=0

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    1. ... did i say that i love you? ... smiles ... Always, cat.

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    2. ... please come and visit my travel blog, when u have time ... smiles ... http://ckpeacemaker.wordpress.com/

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    3. o, and its venison stew with 'tatoes and mushrooms and carrots and peas 2nite ... i'll save you a plate ... smiles ... cat.

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    4. My dear you neither need nor require my permission to go skiing. Although in watching that video I remember two broken ribs from a tumble I took--*meh* they healed as did my need to find out what it was like to ski a mountain.

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  2. I love it and often am at the place where sea meets shore, quiet meets solitude. Now to watch Cat skiing....

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    1. It is a place I do not choose often enough Jeff.

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  3. So good to find that quiet space and just contemplate on the beauty of nature ~ Hope you are well Mark ~

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    1. Within me are all sorts of rooms Grace, some I do not go into often enough.

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  4. this is beautiful, mark. it's as hopeful and peaceful as I've ever heard you sound. I hope that means good days ahead.

    love
    kj

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    1. kj, to quote Dickens "It was the best of times. It was the worst of times.

      My days are not determined by how I think as much as how I act.

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  5. Beautiful, indeed. Solitude and eternity.

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  6. Serenity within oneself. Worth searching for.

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    1. I made the trek it seems generations ago Jean. Then for some reason I never left Detroit again.

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  7. I needed a little peace in my morning. Thanks.

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    1. Glad to show you the door Charles, I know times have been trying for you and Lana.

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