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Only if you can Imagine

“A human being is a part of a whole, called by us _universe_, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest… a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.” ~Albert Einstein

“Imagination is more important than knowledge”~Albert Einstein


Only if you can Imagine…

Holding it, I knew the truth.

It is a fossilized clam from time before.

You cannot tell me it isn’t.

It can not speak but shouts,” Look here!”

Many will scoff but most care not.

I want to know. “How did you find me?”

I just looked and there you were.

Seeing can be so easy when you look.

I must show the children.

Uncalloused minds want to touch.

Trust me, it IS real.

We want to know, don’t we?

Scientists will always question.

Artists never fail to see.

Children embrace curiosity.

Don’t talk to me unless you will listen.

Fossil of a clam

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20 thoughts on “Only if you can Imagine

  1. Wow, how exciting! Where did you find it? It’s been many years since I had an opportunity to find a fossil. In California, I have found many seashells in the very rocky mountain of Apple Valley, in a high desert area off the main highway between Southern California and Las Vegas, Nevada.

    I’ve always wanted to return there, and see if there might still be more shells that hopefully no one has removed from their natural hideaway.

    1. We had a load of piece stone delivered to our land in upstate NY.It is FILLED with many kinds of ocean fossils and comes from a quarry in Hudson,NY.
      I find new ones EVERY weekend!
      I’ve always wanted to find an arrow head. Bet the chances are better in your neck 🙂

  2. Seeing can be so easy when you look… I loved this sweet poem. It reminded me of when I had gone to a park that I had been to many times and just happened to look down at my feet and found a nice piece of petrified wood. It just thrilled me to no end–that I was holding something in my hands so ancient and transformed.

    Thanks for sharing this.

  3. I do know exactly how you feel and I’m happy to connect with a kindred spirit too. Nature excites me–just the tiniest little thing…

  4. Susan, while we do have a lot of Native American ruins in my present area, the arrowheads I mentioned earlier were found in Albany, GA. I now live in southern California. There are many old areas that are protected, that still have obvious sign of burial grounds, but if anyone were to take anything, it is “very illegal” nowadays.
    Once maybe 20 years or so ago, and friend and I were riding our horses, and just wandering through some local foothills, when I suddenly stopped, looked down, and realized I was on top of what had been a burial site. needless to say, I left that spot, and told my friend. She wanted to see it, so I just showed her where it was. But neither of us entered that particular space again, as it just felt wrong, and disrespectful.

    1. I can imagine that was very interesting my friend!
      I am with you, never disturb a sacred spot. I’ve hoped to find artifacts in a stream, dislodged from the spot they may have been placed but in need of discovery.

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