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The Thought

I saw a thought escape from a mind and take flight in the dark of an evening and become lost. I called to it but it could not hear me and flew on deeper and deeper into the night. I found it in the morning, cold, strung lifeless in a tree, impaled upon a thorn, a victim of duality.

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Gershon Wolf

Date: 6/16/2024 7:16:00 PM

Intriguing ink, Sir!

Paul Willason
Date: 6/17/2024 2:28:00 AM

Thanks Gershon for staring this one in the face...a odd play on the concept of dualism v unity. An old argument endlessly debated thrown into a poem...not sure if it fizzed out or went off with a restrained bang.

John Lawless

Date: 6/15/2024 4:49:00 AM

I believe this is referred to as the "Charley Brown" syndrome ...

Paul Willason
Date: 6/17/2024 2:16:00 AM

Good call...mind/body/soul split has sent us off in all directions, the Eastern take on things may just be right call me thinks. Cheers my friend.

Lin Lane

Date: 6/15/2024 3:28:00 AM

Where this one originated I'd not dare take a guess, But, "all's well that ends well" in that it was found. Sounds like me having a thought for a poem and not writing it down... rarely is it found later. A victim of my thinking that my memory will not fail. HA!

Paul Willason
Date: 6/17/2024 2:12:00 AM

A bit of a challenge this one...plays with the concept of duality, just went with the flow. You show daring throwing yourself into the maze....just great to hear that you are back with your generosity and wit...missed ya.