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Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Discovery

"Discovery" by Paula P.
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When I was little, I suppose,
Chewing fingers or sucking toes
Had the charm of distant seas,
Full of knowledge, sport, and ease.

Then we learn as we grow up,
And have in hand a half-filled cup,
That foreign lands can pique and please
Like pretty girls who flirt and tease.

What we discover and desire
Can raise us up until much higher
Than birds aloft we climb, intense
And lifted with love by every sense.

Yet as we age, our comfort zone
May shrink so small we’re left alone
To question eternally where we’ll reside -
In glorious light or darker side?

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Sometimes Sophia

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15 comments:

Simply Heather said...

This is the beginning of a lifetime
Discovering who we from beginning to end
Never really finding the end
Here on earth

This journey is a beautiful one
When we absorb the life in it
The truth of who we are as we live
Here on earth

Beginning with little limbs
Movement, tickles and touch
Joy and delight fill us up
Here on earth

Pain becomes reality with crippling possibilities
Stumblling, falling, aching
Fragility we find in weaknesses proven
Here on earth

Discovering becomes us as tiny babes
Each day finding more from within
Becoming who we always knew we were
Here on earth

Innocent, Fragile, Pure as a babe
One's love consumes our being
Proven Life holds us in His Hand
Here on earth

The babe trusts his mother
Discovering himself, discovering life
The soul must trust her Maker
Here on earth

Hedgie said...

If I could count, I could figure out how many of these wiggly things there are.

Dan Felstead said...

First of all...I wish I was still limber enough to do that!

I've seen the wonderful sense and excitement of discovery all around me. We adopted our son when he was 2 months old. Even at two months, the first time we connected, his eyes scanned our faces and we.....his. 23 years later both he and us are still discovering life's bumps, turns and new paths each day.

I've always had animals around me...horses, dogs, cats...the list too long to mention. The first time a new puppy walks out into a newly reformed landscape of white after the first snow is always and adventure of discovery.

I so savor the adrenaline rush of discovery found through the viewfinder of my camera. Even with everyday shots of trees, forests, birds, children, houses...there remains undiscovered secrets revealed.

Dan

Chanel said...

I strive to discover my essence today. Who I am behind the brick wall of stress, worry and tears. Find my natural tendency to laugh, dance and throw my fears into the wind. I strive to discover my life as a woman, a lover and a friend to myself first, and to everyone else who so chooses to discover the beauty of myself as well.

Sometimes Sophia said...

When I was little, I suppose,
Chewing fingers or sucking toes
Had the charm of distant seas,
Full of knowledge, sport, and ease.

Then we learn as we grow up,
And have in hand a half-filled cup,
That foreign lands can pique and please
Like pretty girls who flirt and tease.

What we discover and desire
Can raise us up until much higher
Than birds aloft we climb, intense
And lifted with love by every sense.

Yet as we age, our comfort zone
May shrink so small we’re left alone
To question eternally where we’ll reside -
In glorious light or darker side?

Marc said...

It is so bright here, it hurts my eyes. So much movement, so many colors… it’s overwhelming. I miss the comfort of darkness, of solitude and stillness.

And such a cacophony of noise, my ears were not made to hear so much at one time. I cannot make sense of any of it, this is all so foreign. Why could I not stay in the silence?

The air here hurts my skin, it is so cold. I wish they could understand how uncomfortable I am but communication is impossible. Or perhaps they do, and that is why they are crying.

Oh, a blanket - that is much better. And being held tightly, this is nice. Such kind, soothing sounds they are making now, so gentle on my ears. With just two faces to look at my eyes don’t feel so strained, the movements seem less chaotic. They are nice to look at.

Perhaps this new place is not so bad after all.

Anonymous said...

Yummy!

Stu Pidasso said...

www.thelastlongwalk@blogspot.com

Great picture and some nice interpretations of the image above.

I got the lowdown on your site from J.Cosmo Newbury.

My submission is posted on my site. Come by and critque me if you feel right

shabby girl said...

Discovery is definitely an ongoing process. Kind of like life.
When I was really young, people would say that I was an old soul. And so I behaved that way, and thought of myself as "knowing, special."
A little older and I thought I was really good at what I was doing. And truth be told, I did a good job. But I thought that I was doing better than my coworkers. Special.
A little older and I thought I was a great mom. And truly, I felt like I loved my kids more than most. Special.
Older still, I thought that I was doing a great job AND was being persecuted by my boss. Yeah, special.

Okay. Here's what I discovered...
When I was really young, I
discovered that I was naive. I was good-natured, loving, a peace keeper, fantastic listener, and a wonderful friend. I didn't know anything except how to be goofy me.
A little older and, although I was doing a good job, I discovered that other people were much more capable than me.
A little older still, and... I was a good mom; loving, protective, encouraging. But I discovered I didn't get the whole concept of "teaching them to be productive, responsible, excited adults.
Older still, my boss was out of line, however, in hindsight, I discovered I did have a piece in that.

I guess what I have "discovered" is that I am human. On one hand, an ordinary, average, everyday kind of gal who tries to be a good, kind, loving person of flesh and blood.

On the other hand, I am exactly as God made me; here to learn the lessons of life, and happy to be here.

Stu Pidasso said...

I would love to post what I wrote here, but it truncates the lines and makes it hard to read. But what the hayward?!?

DISCOVERY

My college professor for freshman English
assigned us the essay, "Look at your Fish".
I was so unprepared, my head he could squish.
To be anywhere else was my only wish

The story involved a scientific pupil once hesitant,
who had to keep reinspecting his droll assignment,
and each day he took up his mind-numbing regiment
he discovered a new symmetry or minute alignment.

I now find it simply amazing and amusing,
that for twenty-five years his insight I've been using.
The lesson which he strived to make so unconfusing,
was for us to be in a constant state of perusing.

Long ago, being the student who had finally caught on
I now look at my "fish" until dusk, from first dawn.

Stu Pidasso said...

Well I'll be a monkey's uncle, it posted as I meant it to do. Thanks, I'll try todays.

Laura Jayne said...

Hello Stu,

So glad to have you as a contributor. I think the box for comments is smaller than what shows once a comment is posted. So for poetry unless a line is particularly long they generally show up as you want once posted.

LJ

Lindsay said...

Watching my seven-month-old nephew discover new things is one of my favorite things in the world. As he discovers how to sit up, crawl, stand and, of course, manipulate adults, I can't help but smile (especially when I'm the one being manipulated).

Throughout the past year of my life, I realized that human discovery isn't something that's limited to the babies who are discovering the uses of their feet. It's a neverending process. While I spent five months on the other side of the world with nothing and no one familiar around me, I discovered myself in a whole new way. I became someone I never knew I was, and discovered that I was happy with who I am.

Like my nephew smiling when he realizes that he can throw something on the floor and his dear Aunt Lindsay will pick it up and give it back every single time, I'm smiling when I realize that I've got so much more out there to discover every day.

SSQuo said...

I love the word 'Dicovery'. I think it has many connotations, and the picture is just so appropriate. I have a 14 month old nephew and everyday I hear new stories on this life of discovery. Its interesting because each of us in our own way are discovering new things everyday.

Today nephew discovered his toes, while I discovered that canned sardines (which I happen to love) is one of the '11 Best Foods I am not Eating'!

Cynthia said...

Wow Sophia. What an intense poem. That was excellent!!!!