Peace
With Nature, one, are all things here: -
sky, sea and land in silence stand.
Such timelessness! The seconds near, -
float fanlike, linked by mental band,
and in the distance disappear...
Appear again as meanings clear
feel fuzzy, where 'to understand'
seeks fresh dimensions where frontier
no sense retains as views expand,
mirage impressions engineer.
Near, far, as one combine, adhere
to no fixed pattern finite, grand,
implicitly odd atmosphere
settles, upsets intentions planned,
may ease square pegs through circle, sphere.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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