In Nature no straight lines exist
No squares or oblongs there
And of man’s abstract notions
It’s really not aware
For what are points to Nature
Sharp edges that stick out
They’d just get in the way of things
That always wiz about
No, Nature deals in curves it seems
Not simple ones at all
But in those ever changing
To rhythms of the ball
Where all that is, is whirling
To universal sounds
The sweet chords of creation
That have form but no bounds
To lose oneself in thinking
That measures and defines
Means one can only stagger
Always between the lines.
Learning to dance
March 14, 2009 by Jan Freeman
so, i thought to myself i havent visited jans blog in a while…and wow, you blow me away once again with the rhythm, flow and wisdom that encompasses almost every piece of work you write. im so impressed and just shocked really. u should put together a book with all your work…what are you waiting for?
so fucking brilliant excuse my language. brilliant is a more fitting word.
thankyou for your kind comment jan(!) 🙂
i really had wished your tealeaves told you something more positive, like it’ll stop today </3
that would be nice, to finally have some relief
“Means one can only stagger
Always between the lines. ”
– i’m speechless, this is amazing
i agree with freshtodeath, that you should publish a book
Thank you both once again for your visit and encouraging words. A book is so “pushy”. I really prefer the “table outside the restaurant” approach where people occasionally ask if the seat next to mine is vacant and we perhaps strike up a conversation 🙂
Glad you enjoyed the offerings.
you comment was exactly how i view nature when it rains
🙂
*grins*
I brush a tear away 🙂