Three, Such An Odd Number, Makes Agreement Difficult
Copyright, 2009, Terry Turner
Three sat on a bench.
In the distance one saw a vision of buffalo dying.
Another saw the deserted, graying remains of a shattered farm.
One saw the railroad tracks smoothly flowing from destiny to destiny; an endless chain from east to west, that which greets the sun while it awaits the certainty of sunset.
Three Soldiers sat at lunch, at mess some say.
The new recruit saw a handful of friends and lots of strangers.
The Sarge saw a couple of hundred of half trained civilians.
The cook, ah the cook, saw mouths, hundreds of mouths and thousands of teeth which described the perimeter of his world.
Three friends sat at a small dining table.
He saw a week of swallowed independence, a week of hard labor, if only mental.
She saw music lessons, meatloaf, dental work, and shoes.
The other saw a lower middle income paycheck on the dining table. Utilities and necessities ever describe the cage. And, by the way, who sold the rights to utilities?
At Christmas, they shared a table.
One saw a fount of cooking wisdom, a person who could teach the secrets of pecan pie; one who knew how to make real homemade stew.
One saw an Indian woman, Shaman-like, filled with the ancient healing lore of herbs.
The other saw a wrinkled old woman, baked by the sun, and near the end of her journey.
A family and a friend sat on the couch. Sad.
She saw the loss of her endless afternoons of freedom.
He saw debt stretching far into the future.
The friend saw an ordinary, beautiful baby, perhaps a future lady President.
We three sat together.
She thought of it as a bulky obstruction to her decor.
He knew it helped block personal conversation.
I thought of the television as a mind eating monster.
We all get to chose the pipe we want to look through. Pipes are just like binoculars. Choice defines our opinion. Chose your binoculars well.
Three sat on a bench.
In the distance one saw a vision of buffalo dying.
Another saw the deserted, graying remains of a shattered farm.
One saw the railroad tracks smoothly flowing from destiny to destiny; an endless chain from east to west, that which greets the sun while it awaits the certainty of sunset.
Three Soldiers sat at lunch, at mess some say.
The new recruit saw a handful of friends and lots of strangers.
The Sarge saw a couple of hundred of half trained civilians.
The cook, ah the cook, saw mouths, hundreds of mouths and thousands of teeth which described the perimeter of his world.
Three friends sat at a small dining table.
He saw a week of swallowed independence, a week of hard labor, if only mental.
She saw music lessons, meatloaf, dental work, and shoes.
The other saw a lower middle income paycheck on the dining table. Utilities and necessities ever describe the cage. And, by the way, who sold the rights to utilities?
At Christmas, they shared a table.
One saw a fount of cooking wisdom, a person who could teach the secrets of pecan pie; one who knew how to make real homemade stew.
One saw an Indian woman, Shaman-like, filled with the ancient healing lore of herbs.
The other saw a wrinkled old woman, baked by the sun, and near the end of her journey.
A family and a friend sat on the couch. Sad.
She saw the loss of her endless afternoons of freedom.
He saw debt stretching far into the future.
The friend saw an ordinary, beautiful baby, perhaps a future lady President.
We three sat together.
She thought of it as a bulky obstruction to her decor.
He knew it helped block personal conversation.
I thought of the television as a mind eating monster.
We all get to chose the pipe we want to look through. Pipes are just like binoculars. Choice defines our opinion. Chose your binoculars well.
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Addendum April 2: Shortly after writing the Three blog, I had a nice note from Marty Kleva who said she loved Three. I happen to know that Marty teaches an 8-week Mindfulness-Based Stress Reduction course and she tells me that by the 8th meeting everyone is pretty comfortable with the place they have chosen as “theirs” to sit — during this class she has everyone find a 'new' and different place to sit — then they can reflect and relate how the two views are different. She was kind enough to say this particular blog “…is so right on about perspectives — and will save it to use during that 8th class the next time I teach the course :-) ..”
Please allow me to suggest that you visit this link "mindfulness-hero's journey-individuation" that describes Marty’s 8-week course — or contact her directly at mkleva@gemfireair.com Also, there is some really fantastic photography on the http://www.gemfireair.com/ site.
Marty also presents the course with private clients by phone.
Please allow me to suggest that you visit this link "mindfulness-hero's journey-individuation" that describes Marty’s 8-week course — or contact her directly at mkleva@gemfireair.com Also, there is some really fantastic photography on the http://www.gemfireair.com/ site.
Marty also presents the course with private clients by phone.
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