{"id":2589,"date":"2012-12-04T01:08:02","date_gmt":"2012-12-04T01:08:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.humanists.org\/blog\/?page_id=2589"},"modified":"2012-12-04T01:08:31","modified_gmt":"2012-12-04T01:08:31","slug":"poetry-by-martin-squibbs-what-a-beautiful-noise","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.humanists.org\/blog\/poetry-by-martin-squibbs-what-a-beautiful-noise\/","title":{"rendered":"Poetry by Martin Squibbs – What a Beautiful Noise"},"content":{"rendered":"

What a Beautiful Noise<\/strong><\/h3>\n

Are you aware of it too, this beauty
\nThis endless fleeting flow
\nA sea of minds in life’s rivers and streams
\nA child’s empty of form, discovering this planet and home
\nAn adult’s ever growing past revealed in dreams
\nThen older still, and despite the strongest will
\nCannot cease this rock of permanence and past we know
\nTo pass like sand through fingers frail that cannot hold
\nAny more a memory true, so move to change, and return a new
\nTo sometime fleeting that is real, as senses lost, no more to feel<\/p>\n

Can you join me too
\nIn this world I share with you.
\nIn measure stretching far and deep
\nEternity it shapes in many ways
\nAnd wonders to reach infinity in quiet days
\nThen drifts away to sleep. And is no more
\nA living death until dawn’s encore.<\/p>\n

All living now in your sweet mind, and mine
\nA world in such a tiny place
\nWe know if it though shaping faces and gestures true
\nAs complex muscles tense and share a clue
\nTo reveal what’s flowing now for you.
\nInfinite and eternal boundaries we create, and then forsake
\nConcealed in just one muscle now, one tiny movement which somehow.
\nComes to me in quiet light, growing in my memories bright
\nconstructed back in past of form, to warm my heart
\nAs you my friend grow in mind, your memory gently born.<\/p>\n

A waking mind, immersed in time, in this endless moment
\nHere and now, stark sudden and sublime
\nCome here, come now, tell me that you know it too.
\nAnd live with me, in time, in change, for now, anew.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

What a Beautiful Noise Are you aware of it too, this beauty This endless fleeting flow A sea of minds in life’s rivers and streams A child’s empty of form, discovering this planet and home An adult’s ever growing past revealed in dreams Then older still, and despite the strongest will Cannot cease this rock … Continue reading “Poetry by Martin Squibbs – What a Beautiful Noise”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.humanists.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/2589"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.humanists.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.humanists.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.humanists.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.humanists.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2589"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.humanists.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/2589\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2593,"href":"https:\/\/www.humanists.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/2589\/revisions\/2593"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.humanists.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2589"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}