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Sunday, 16 October 2016

The Discovery

William Orpen

The Discovery 

do not imagine that the exploration
ends, that she has yielded all her mystery
or that the map you hold
cancels further discovery

I tell you her uncovering takes years,
takes centuries, and when you find her naked
look again, 
admit there is something else you cannot name,
a veil, a coating just above the flesh
which you cannot remove by your mere wish

when you see the land naked, look again
(burn your maps, that is not what I mean),
I mean the moment when it seems most plain
is the moment when you must begin again.


        Gwendolyn MacEwan      

This poem enheartens me (is that a word?), No, I am not just what you see with the eye, or what I do, or even what I've lived, there are hidden things, mysteries, I have places to go and I will continue to change and adapt and grow, and new facets will shine out. An individual is not summed up or "known" so easily. And there is always that spark, that eternal part, which has yet to come into its own.    

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