POETRY – WDYS #291
Where the land ends and the sea begins,
a turtle moves — slow, certain, unseen.
The sand forgets.
The waves erase.
Still, it moves.
We are taught to chase permanence —
to leave marks, to be remembered.
But the turtle teaches:
impermanence is not failure.
Presence is enough.
The ocean waits — vast, indifferent.
The turtle does not rush.
It trusts what it cannot see.
We, too, cross unseen distances.
Not all journeys need witnesses.
Not all destinations need to be known.
Maybe the point was never to arrive,
but to move —
faithful, unhurried —
into the unknown.
Memoirs of Madness 
Beautiful and thought provoking poem Mangus. Thank you for joining in.
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Thanks, Sadje
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You’re welcome ☺️
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Interesting!
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Loved this Mangus!
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Thanks, Di
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This speaks straight to my soul. Presence is enough… I needed that. Quiet, faithful movement into the unknown feels like everything right now.
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I’ve seen the nests. Never seen the crawl. Maybe someday.
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thanks, Ted
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Wise words.
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