Revisiting the Same Ground

(John Day Fossil Beds, 2018) Revisiting The Same Ground Over and over again I find myself returning to the same thoughts, ideas, histories but now with years more experience between and years more depth behind what were once words so glibly recited. Is this how we all learn, parrots one and all, reciting lessons, sounds, songs and jingles until they somehow take on meaning filled with the substance of Life which at every turn fill again a little more? Tide-like the mind moves in cycles of night and day, wake and sleep building layers which erode but never really go away layers which in time harden to stone sedimentary then metamorphic each supplanted by the next in endless waves across endless generations. And so we go treading the same old ground ‘round and ‘round haunted by glimpses of déjà vu humbled by realization we have been here before without a clue how blind we really are. (10/19/23)