Where he comes from.
His stability.
The solid thing that he can feel
–there, just beneath the surface,
beneath the light, under the dawn,
that never ceases its movement,
it is ever-present change and potentiality,
his heaven within the earth, his peace,
his source.
A Prayer Like Gravity 
Love the poem AND the photo…
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Thank you, David.
Thanks for attending.
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… Doctor Strange!
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Hmmm, well, strange for sure, yes.
But Doctor?!
Never got so much as an associate’s degree I’m afraid.
Me and college didn’t get along so well.
Three times.
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You can still be a Doctor of life. 😊
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I reckon so. I reckon so.
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No; ‘he’ seemed like the character, Dr Stephen Strange, Master of Mystic Arts
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It’s a wonderful pairing, the image and text.
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Thank you, Lynn. I am toying a bit more with creating poetic texts for the photos I post here. Kind of like practicing ekphrasis on my own images.
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It can be tricky! But I think if you have a real poetic sensibility, as you do, you’re apt to be able to pull it off pretty consistently.
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