Wonders
WONDERS
How many tiny details
In a second
In a minute
In an hour
In a day
In a week
In a month
In a year
In a decade
In a lifetime
How many tiny details
Posted on July 27, 2014, in Poetry and tagged Beauty, Joy n delight, Life, Nature, Wonder. Bookmark the permalink. 26 Comments.
Ben Naga 
And that’s how we drive ourselves loony
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Yes, that can occur and I’ve certainly come across the odd obsessive in my time, even tried that particular hat on for size myself (not very comfortable). But as for my intentions here think butterfly. 🙂
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Nice one! Make every moment count!
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I could try, but I’m sure I’d quickly lose count. I’ve trouble enough counting breaths. 😉
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so many questions
for each answer 🙂
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You may spot the lack of interrogation marks. These are exclamations really rather than questions. 🙂
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sorry Ben!
i was
getting ahead
of myself 🙂
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Not at all. The ambiguities a writer employs can also have their risks.
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Good gosh… this is how we go crazy.. 😀
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Yes, that can occur and I’ve certainly come across the odd obsessive in my time, even tried that particular hat on for size myself (not very comfortable). But as for my intentions here think butterfly. 🙂
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i’m pretty sure we’v all tried on that hat for size.. 🙂
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😀
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Can we count to infinite?
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Just our own infinite piece of it.
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And we go so fast that many are never even noticed.
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I certainly appreciate the tiny details you share with you photographs, knowing there is always so much more that passes me by.
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Lots…and lots more…
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Hard to believe people claim to be bored, eh.
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Oh my gosh, Ben, my brain hurts! 😛
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Sorry. Not my intention. 🙂
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No worries, I feel better today and it happens to the best of us. 😀
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May things stay so.
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Contemplating the infinite….
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And all we ever get to know is the infinity our own tiny (though infinite) life.
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Yesssss. And while I’m writing this comment, so many more tiny details: Birds chirping outside, an ant crawling on my foot, my boyfriend preparing our coffee, my thoughts wandering back to 6 o’clock this morning, when we awoke from the sirens going off and I felt a slight panic because there is no bomb shelter in my BF’s place…..
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The strange ways in which people (not you – these warmongers) choose to fill their moments … and by extension the moments of others. 😦
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