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Pastimes : A Poetry Corner -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Robert Douglas Hickey who wrote (125)	11/19/1998 8:01:00 PM
From: Robert Douglas Hickey	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 1582

Mystery, and Wonder (restruck) The World is Full of Mystery, and Wonder The force that drives the green fuse of a flower, the force that orders my atoms in such fashion that I am blessed with consciousness, the force that turns the ancient cosmic wheels. Are these forces one, or many? Walk in late spring along a country path, enter a meadow strewn with dead leaves. Dead leaves, in May. Pass through them, and the leaves rise up in a great cloud, dead brown surface mutating to sky blue iridescence beneath: thousands of fluttering butterflies disturbed in their ritual. Sit crosslegged at a cliffedge in October, still for many morning minutes, grokking cloud patterns, feeling the unseasonable sun warming the rocks. And from the corner of an eye see movement, a slithering. Suddenly snakes are everywhere, come forth from a cliffedge viperpit for a last taste of summer. Rubber boas, garters, bullsnakes and rattlesnakes, willing to share the sun's bounty, but timid: slipping back into cracks at the wave of a hand. What to make of a week when, standing under a tree, sitting on a porch, every look up reveals another fat black body with scarlet hourglass, another black widow spider dangling by a thread overhead? And how did the labourious removal of iron from an aspen-ringed glade lead to the spontaneous upburst of millions of mushrooms? To ponder is to wonder. To ponder close, to ponder long is to grow the wonder. Mystery, growing greater with greater knowledge and experience. RDH

To: Robert Douglas Hickey who wrote (125)	11/23/1998 3:06:00 PM
From: Mephisto	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 1582

I enjoyed your poem. I have not had time to look at Mystery, and Wonder (restruck). "To ponder is to wonder to ponder more closely, and longer is to grow the wonder. Ignorance growing greater with greater knowledge and experience." You are so right. I try to convince myself that I've learned something from the first mistake that I will not repeat. But I always do: repeat that mistake!!!!!! Life is so frustrating.................I can never get it right!!!!