Wordless

Two sages meet
to speak
of eternity.

They sit beneath trees
that have rooted
for centuries,

beside the stream
winding between stones
for millennia,

stones slowly rising
under a sky
that has hovered

for unknown ages;
before trees, streams,
stones, grass, sages.

Surrounded
by time they sit,
wordless.

wu zhen distant-mountains

(Wu Zhen: Greenery in Distant Mountains)


 

For dVerse. Mary has us thinking and writing about time. I like thinking about time, but it always leaves me a little befuddled. Anyway, write a little something and join in the sharing!

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35 thoughts on “Wordless

  1. Glenn Buttkus says:

    The Chinese Art is perfect for this Zen parable, & it is rife with truth & objectivity–for if we are the co-creators of the universe, within each lifetime we struggle to raise the veil of forgetfulness every time we chew on the edge of the puzzle; why are we here?

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  2. yeah… i can imagine how they sit wordless… it puts things into another relation when we’re confronted with those things that have been there for so long already

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  3. is it odd that I feel the need to sit next to a river by a tree with the mountains and skies hovering above? it seems so tranquil…hmm…and the idea of escape time while being surrounded by it…peaceful.

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    • Thanks rmp, I hope my poem brings you a little tranquility. And no, it’s not odd at all. What I find odd is that there are people who don’t see the value of an afternoon by the river!

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  4. I like the scene you depict. It portrays how many of us feel when we consider time, elusive, mysterious, enigmatic. Befuddled is the best word. Good writing.

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  5. People don’t sit with each other any more…they have to talk while glancing at their smartphones. My Grandmother’s generation use to sit with each other. I remember it. I was soothing and reflective.I think I was born in the wrong era. I quite fancy the idea of afternoon naps after lunch zzzzing in the sunshine with just the sound of cicadas and bright red geraniums. Sorry Nico/Jeff I am raving on a bit here….taking a reverie trip! 🙂

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    • Thanks Cress–I agree. I also remember when people talked with each other without the electronic distractions, and it bugs the hell out of me. Rave on!

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  6. I liked this.. it shows us trying to understand the infinities of time, but then words may short… I like the flow of the poem, it’s a very interesting thought and a great ending…

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