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WHERE ARE YOU?

Rip Parker
1 min readJan 8, 2022

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HERE

I look and listen for you.

I neither hear nor see you.

For what do I listen?

Words.

Silently you speak without words.

For what do I look?

I don’t know.

What do I hear?

Birds, wind in trees.

There you are!

I see what I hear.

I look at my hand.

There you are.

I smell and feel the breeze.

There you are.

How do I claim to miss you?

You are everything, everywhere.

You are peace.

You are war.

You the strength in the warrior,

The allure in a woman,

A babies smile.

You are birth.

You are death.

You are rebirth.

You are the explosion of a volcano,

The wave crashing on shore,

The gull flying over it,

Each grain of sand on the beach,

The sun, and the moon.

You are Eternal.

You are the Great Mystery,

Beyond all knowing.

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Rip Parker
Rip Parker

Written by Rip Parker

Geophysicist, lawyer, mediator, student of Jung, phenomenology, semiotics

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