Thoughts

We all struggle with our thoughts: irrational intrusive images, idyllic might-have-beens-and-might-be-yets, complicated explanations for our actions gone awry, rehearsals for tomorrow’s audience. We strive for originality, for lucid new responses to the News. I have been thinking hard the last few days poring through a book manuscript, trying to think into, around, and ahead of the arduously worked thoughts of a friend. (You’ll hear more about this book when it hits the printed light of day. Stay tuned. Let it be a mystery.)  It made me think about thoughts and all of those who have thought them or something like them. We pass them on like hand-me-downs, still useful, still attractive.

Even as we try to think afresh about our lives, we are also aware that others, named and nameless, may have thought like this before, perhaps in another language, with other points of reference, other worlds of meaning. They may have been in caves painting animals upon the walls, or looking up at stars when no lights despoiled the sky. But they were thinking. And I, like you, am a recipient of this accumulated cogitation. Is there nothing new under the sun, as Ecclesiastes claimed? Well, perhaps nothing. Perhaps Heraclitus would have recognized and loved our quantum theory. But even as the same sun sees a different world each day, there is a little different sheen, a little different shape when it has guested in our minds. So this is how this little poem emerged.

As is my practice, I will keep it up here for a month and then remove it for further polishing and possible publishing in some wider public. The audio remains for your aural enjoyment. I hope it echoes with your own thoughts.

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My thoughts are old round stones

rubbed silken smooth by rivers

springing from the mountains,

stirred over over over

in the frothing rapids.

Tumbled over cliffs in rainbowed foam…

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4 Responses to Thoughts

  1. Gerd Decke says:

    Today is our 9th wedding anniversary where you were present as best man, Bill, in Berlin . You were also at the other wedding in 1974 in Titusville where you sang and prayed in the ceremony. It was two weddings, that’s true indeed, but at extremely different times and with very different contexts and perspectives. From above or far away it may seem like two weddings, but what a difference in communication over now nine years – and appreciation and estimation and understanding in depth. IN that sense for me and Gerit it was and is unique.
    That’s what was raised in me as thought and emotion in response to what you wrote, Bill. Maybe very personal, but dedicated to you and your marriage with Syl, as well.
    Yours lovingly,
    Gerd

  2. LavillaB says:

    Great Poem . Thanks,

    and you two have a wonderful trip. Wishing you lots of sunshine and flowers.

    Lavilla B

  3. Elaine Beitelspacher says:

    Beautiful and moving.

  4. Tim says:

    Simply beautiful. Simply beautiful. Thank you for continuing to write as you do. You touch the depths.

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