Throngs Clamor
That’s Lotta’s Fountain in the center.
This Poem came in the mail today Just thought we might need it.
Primary Wonder
Days pass when I forget the mystery.
Problems insoluble and problems offering
their own ignored solutions
jostle for my attention, they crowd its antechamber
along with a host of diversions, my courtiers, wearing
their colored clothes; cap and bells.
And then
once more the quiet mystery
is present to me, the throng’s clamor
recedes: the mystery
that there is anything, anything at all,
let alone cosmos, joy, memory, everything,
rather than void: and that, O Lord,
Creator, Hallowed One, You still,
hour by hour sustain it.
Problems insoluble and problems offering
their own ignored solutions
jostle for my attention, they crowd its antechamber
along with a host of diversions, my courtiers, wearing
their colored clothes; cap and bells.
And then
once more the quiet mystery
is present to me, the throng’s clamor
recedes: the mystery
that there is anything, anything at all,
let alone cosmos, joy, memory, everything,
rather than void: and that, O Lord,
Creator, Hallowed One, You still,
hour by hour sustain it.
~ Denise Levertov ~
(Selected Poems)
Light Words 
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This was a fun series of photos! The view down on the SF Chinese New Year’s Parade gave me vertigo.
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Hey Gabe, hang in there! It’s just a foto 😉
Glad you enjoyed
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You realize Carol, you just made me hungry. Wonderful gallery of photos for this week.
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The duck will do that. And thats my daughters wedding cake from a tasting. So enjoy.
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Beautiful photos, Carol. I am captivated by the cake.
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I think that cake is enchanted. Well at least chocolate filled!
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Good choice.
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The shot of your cake really says something to me. lol
Neal
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See comments above.
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