Contemplation at the Lake

さざなみ golden ripples
Endless Movement

I spent some time writing at the lake the other day and while there, I took a few minutes to breathe, ponder, and observe.  This poem tells about the experience…It was much more than just watching the water.  I hope you get to take a moment and contemplate…of course, only if you want.

The Lake

There is containment.

Yet in that,

There is infinite movement,

Ripples, waves, undulations,

Never ending.

The edges contribute to endlessness,

Of movement, not space.

Illusion?  Physics? Reality.

Without boundary there would be no freedom,

No flow.

An oxymoron of sorts,

Yet freeing.

Such is life.


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