A force in some known direction

I thought: day has night, and light, dark.
But what has time got? Silence?
Well if so then I am content,
for that is the vector of me:
stillness becoming silence becoming stillness…
in truth, it is all I ever wanted.

By training I am an engineer, so mathematical metaphors often sneak into my poetry. A vector is exactly as it is described in the poem, a force moving in a direction. Think of a wind blowing at 20 mph from the east—that is a vector.

Of all the spiritual verities, perhaps humility—it being a virtue unique to man—is the most essential. With such a posture, one can see the world as it is and not as it pretends to be.

Thank you for reading A force in some known direction. I sincerely hope you have enjoyed it and I humbly appreciate your visiting the Book of Pain. As always, I look forward to your comments.

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10 responses to “A force in some known direction

  1. philwilke

    “Of all the spiritual verities, perhaps humility—it being a virtue unique to man—is the most essential.” Mmmm, maybe you often see dogs accepting responsibility for their actions and being humbled for it.

    • Dude, you’re killing me! OK, let me be more pedantic…”it being a virtue unique to the soul-owning entities of the planet”. FIXED!!!!

      🙂

  2. There is no time so therefore there is no opposition in the presumed duality. All there is is a continuous present. One that is always unfolding. You are always now. You can never escape now because there is nothing but now. And some people are insisting that there is a yesterday you simply have to ask: where is the proof? It is now, in this moment. Always now. Your clock will never say yesterday. A clock always says now because there is nothing else to say.

    • Such a lovely response! Thank you! In fact, I am working on a poem right now with that same spirit, The great shame…hopefully you will see it in a week or three… 🙂

  3. This note from my wonderful sister, who is not the least bit biased:

    John,

    your poetry and insights ALWAYS leave me thinking and pondering!! Now I’m walking around dissecting time… I feel time has three aspects – ‘real time’ as in right now;
    ‘Past time’ – as in ago;
    future time’ – as in imagination
    But in them all, I think time is “stillness”

    Cheers and keep me pondering!!!

    Cindy

  4. Lynette Tolar

    Silence that ticks away and fills your heart with contentment … maybe, if you let it.
    Beautiful poem!

  5. stillness becoming silence becoming stillness…
    in truth, it is all I ever wanted.

    Wonderfully penned. I’m stunned. Literally beautiful. Wow!