Another bright morning...this begins to feel like 1994 when over here in Scotland the weather turned fine in April and basically lasted (in the same vein) till August...
and as such it has moved the spirit...to be warmed and allowed to breathe in the summer light and
(for as the daffodils die so ends spring) be free...
free to contemplate that which is beyond necessity...
and beyond that yearning sea's tidal reach
like plastic bottles littering the shore line
in the last last episode of Kenneth Clarke's Civilisation
we perceive the Fallacies of Hope..
aging as I am the series reminds me
with what awe and hunger I viewed it
as a young naive, bright and hopeful man
and now the passage of time reminds and carves deep into my soul
the savage seconds that mark life's passing...
the transitory stages of our expectation and understanding
and as such it has moved the spirit...to be warmed and allowed to breathe in the summer light and
(for as the daffodils die so ends spring) be free...
free to contemplate that which is beyond necessity...
and beyond that yearning sea's tidal reach
like plastic bottles littering the shore line
in the last last episode of Kenneth Clarke's Civilisation
we perceive the Fallacies of Hope..
aging as I am the series reminds me
with what awe and hunger I viewed it
as a young naive, bright and hopeful man
and now the passage of time reminds and carves deep into my soul
the savage seconds that mark life's passing...
the transitory stages of our expectation and understanding
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