When I look at the sky its blueness mixes
and cycles with thunder, lightning and rain.
I notice, the vulture, content to feast on leftovers of once
beautiful things, fly with the same majesty of the hawk.
At night, I see the stars burn bright and smell the rain’s petrichor snake off the worn sides of Racoon Mountain.
Yet, I the only thing that is neither sky, bird, mountain nor star, wonder, spend so much time wondering, if this is peace or joy.
On Wonder
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4 responses to “On Wonder”
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The way you weave together the threads of nature, observation, and introspection creates a rich tapestry of thought and feeling. Your writing has a meditative quality, encouraging me to slow down and appreciate the beauty in the world around us. And yet, you also prompt us to look within and explore our own emotions and experiences. The question of whether this is peace or joy is a profound one, and your willingness to sit with the uncertainty to the power of contemplation. Your writing is a gift, and I’m grateful to have read this piece.
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Appreciate the great analysis and complement.
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Hi Mr Moya
I like this very much
I can recognise the feeling
I was wondering how you had come to find my own post on WordPress today.
I hope you don’t mind me asking.
Thanks for the like
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I found in the poetry section on WordPress reader.
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