I’m from New Jersey, no
Not really. I mean, geographically
NJ and DE and MA and CA –
Yes, but my heart, my soul?
I’m from a deep deep unseen place
That began in the bottomless sea,
Warmed with sun, peace, and possibility
A numinous unnamed place I can’t see…yet.
I’m from the land of yet
Haven’t traveled to Australia…yet
Didn’t read A Tale of Two Cities…yet
Haven’t written my masterpiece….yet.
I’m from love, at least that’s where
I hope I began, and I hope to
Shine out my love, from dawn til dusk, until
It’s time to return…to love’s genesis.
I’m from the opposite of time,
Which is…well, late. I’m
Always late, because we all know
That time doesn’t really exist –
Where we’re from.
Thanks to Google Images for NJ and clock; the rainbow is all mine.
roughwighting 
Love the land of yet….on the best days I also hail from there.
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Ah, the best days, when we haven’t ‘yet’ accomplished what we want, but there’s something optimistic about the word Y E T.
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I from where your words just took me … where time takes time to stand still …
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May we have more days when time stands still…and we can just “BE.”
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Maybe … but not November rushing by with NaNoWriMo chasing us! Good luck!
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The nonexistence of time is comforting somehow. Not because when I am late to work next time (no pun intended), I can tell my boss, “hey, boss, time does not exist”. The good news is that I am never late to work and boss does not exist. The bad news is that I actually have to go now because of sunrise and deer season.
Thank you for your poem and perspective.
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Well, you ARE the boss, and even though most of us are the boss of ourselves, we still rush too much and always feel ‘late.’ Ah, to believe that time does not exist – I’m in the land of no time when I meditate.
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This is so perfect. It is such a difficult question to answer these days, where are you from? It usually takes some long detailed explanation that confuses and probably bores most people. I´m from love and will continue to be in love, with life.
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Well, Darlene, when people ask us now where we’re from, let’s just say that: “I’m from love…where are YOU from?” Can’t wait to see the expressions on their faces. 🙂
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We still are from the same place 💟
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Carla, we’re from the same place, literally AND figuratively! ❤
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Beautiful, Pam!
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Thank you, Jill. And thanks for taking the time to read my blog. I’m honored, and love hearing about your writing/publishing adventures.
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I am from this day that woke up on the beach, can you feel it? I think it reminds me of Uruguay, which I definitely feel like I am from, but when I go there in my mind, I realize that where I am from is the wet, moist earth… with the waves crashing on the shore… Thank you for the inspiration!
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Ahhh, you’re so right. I think we ARE from wet, moist earth, with hopefully the hot sun shaping us into who we are.
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I suspect this entry comes from a recent discussion of ours that has also caused me to seek a better understanding of one’s origin…. Not NJ, not AL, not MA but a much deeper place. One that makes your mark on time and purpose. Nicely done, my dear friend.
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Thank YOU, Easty, for inspiring me to conjure up the best answer when someone asks, “Well, where are you from, anyone?” Perhaps you should send this post to a certain someone you know…
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A very thoughtful poem, Pam… I think I am from stardust and from the sea as well… Here/now is a good place to be, and to be from, perhaps, when thinking about time… And then there’s always Connecticut…
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STARDUST – Y E S! I attend a dance class in which the instructor explains to us how we are all cells made up from the dust of stars. Keep on shining your star light, Barbara – in CT and everywhere else.
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hmmm – from the land of *yet*. This will have me thinking for the rest of the day.
Very beautiful.
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I was surprised when the ‘land of yet’ slipped through my pen; perhaps I was a little ashamed. I want to be past the ‘yet’ and into the ‘accomplished’ column. But I think we all have so many ‘to-do’ lists that the land of yet will always be part of who we are.
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I agree. I have a to-do list therefore I am 😉
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The land of yet? Haven’t been there. Not so far, anyway.
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Well, I applaud you. The land of yet is a bit diaphanous and foggy – it’s great to clear past it and enter into the land of ‘okay, got it.’
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Haha! Look forward to getting there someday! 🙂
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LOVE THIS! I am from “yet” also… haven’t gotten my degree “yet”. Haven’t lost the weight “yet”. Haven’t written my book “yet” on and on.
My husband always says… “The next 5 years are going to go by one way or the other. You might as well have accomplished something by then” and he is right. I have let too much time go by without anything to show for it. So for me… Time is relative. 😦
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But you have accomplished so much, Courtney! And how would I know that if I didn’t enjoy your wonderful posts? Your blog is quite an accomplishment. The land of yet can be a bit dangerous for us if we discount what we’ve done in the land of BE, not DO. xo
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pam…loved your writing! we are all one in this moment and all the moments in the past or future which are now. xo
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Beautifully said, Pat. My present moment gives great thanks for the past moments I’ve had with you and David. xo
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Oh yes, the land of Yet. I know it well. But I guess that’s what keeps us going–forever cruising toward the ‘yet.’
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Yes, we humans always need to strive, don’t we? That’s why we have wheels and cars and airplanes. And why some of us strive to write 50,000 words in one month. YIKES. :-0 (BTW, I have not reached my goal…yet). Ha ha.
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But at least you’re doing it. 30,000 words is far better than 0 words!
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So eloquently written and thought provoking. I think I am still learning where I am from and where I am going.
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I have certainly learned from you, and your coming and going, Sue!
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So kind of you to say!
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I’m from the land of yet, too, Pam. I think I’m from the land of everything that has come before this moment. Have a great weekend!
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Well, yes, that’s so wise. We are from what has come before, but because I have a sci fi-ish imagination, I don’t exactly believe in time lines, so I kind of wonder if, in some way, we’re also from what’s ahead. Too weird, as my guy would say…
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I am made from stardust, Pam and also from the land of yet 😀 I love these thoughts xxxxx
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I think there’s scientific proof that we ARE made from stardust. How cool is that? And your stars obviously are quite bright ones.
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I think of myself as everywhere and nowhere at the same time. I like the idea of emotional geography mapping out where we are from.
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You and I think alike. So many try to pin themselves down as just being HERE and nowhere else. But like you, I believe we are from so many different places within our emotional/psychological/spiritual realm. I was thinking of the refugees when I wrote this, hoping that readers could see how we’re all from somewhere ‘out there,’ no matter where we live, no matter our accent or religion.
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You guys have no idea how often I am asked where I am from . Having an accent will do that and even in Germany where I don’t have an accent I am looked at and people can’t figure out where I’m from. Now , thanks to you Pam I will say I’m from love and the land of Yet. Well. Maybe it won’t work tomorrow when I board an airplane to Germany.
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Well, I’ve seen on FB that you have arrived to Germany so no matter your accent (or lack of) you are THERE but in other senses you are HERE, commenting, sending photos from the internet world, and relaying vibes of the love from which you came. How neat is that?
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I’m from a deep appreciation of my friends who share with me their travels in now which are my never to be’s.
My friends who allow the love light to shine wherever they are.
xxx Massive Hugs Pamela xxx
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Ohhhhhhhh, you inspire me, David. Yes, may we keep friends around us who ‘allow the love light to shine wherever they are.’ Sigh. BEAUTIFUL. I see / feel your love light always. xoxoxoxherethereeverywherehugxoxoxoxox
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Oh Pam, I love it 🙂 I’m from the land of gratitude and hope, where I give thanks for wise friends, who give me faith enough in our shared journey to have hope that together we can all be from a world that’s safe and peaceful for all. Love and hugs, Harula xxx
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Harula – great point. We are on a shared journey, where we’re from and where we’ve been and where we’re going, with wise friends who join us in hope and gratitude. I’d like to count myself as one of your friends, because although we’ve never met, your light shines brilliantly.
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I love the way you released us from the tyranny of time to travel to—and from—those places that matter most.
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Another great phrase! TYRANNY OF TIME – I love that, because that’s how I see time, until I jump past the idea of a linear sense of being, and see how we’re all from everywhere, any time, and always. xoxo
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This is so beautiful. I tend to be late myself. 😉
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Just between you and me, those who avoid/dislike/ignore/ time, are those who realize its insignificance.
Thus, we’re often late. 🙂 🙂 🙂
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Love that! Wonder if I can use that at work? ; )
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Love this, Pam. Gives so much to think about and opens lots of doors or evn builds bridges,
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I believe in building bridges – and you do such a fabulous job doing that. Let’s keep on opening the door and building bridges to looking past what is supposed to be, and instead show what CAN BE.
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I am going to work on one of my “not yet”s as soon as I clean out my email and catch up on blog responses. Swear!
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I love your sense of humor, Karen. If I had a list of my ‘not yet’s,’ I’d be covered in paper. So I think I’ll throw them out the window, into the dimension of time that will swallow them up, and just be what’s in front of me for the moment – now and in the future. 🙂 (Phew, if you have any idea what I just said here, enlighten me, will you). tee hee
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Ohhh, there’s so many ‘yet’s’ left that I still want to do . . . 🙂
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Well, when you put it that way, being in the land of yet’s is exciting. I like that attitude!!
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What a great view on life and what you make of it. Me too — I’m from the land of Yet!
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Perhaps I’ll write an entire blog post on my “not yet’s.” Thanks for the idea – but not sure I have enough space in one post to write a list that long. :-0
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I’m from a deep and crabby place. So: New Jersey.
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You are from a world of light and laughter and loving doodles, from a family of support and hugs, and from a tall litany of talent.
You grumpy man, you. 🙂
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Harumph.
Have a joyous Thanksgiving, Jersey Girl!
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And all the best to you and yours, Mr. NJ.
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I’m the Mayor of Yet.
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Ha Ha. I always felt you had an air of political savvy, Mr. Mayor.
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Your lovely poem opens up the question of origins. Being from “a deep deep unseen place that began in the bottomless sea” means more than saying that my birth took place in Sedro-Woolley, WA.
I love the snail clock.
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Yes, I’m hoping that more people will delve into their true origins; then they won’t be so able to dismiss those who don’t come from the same (geographical) place as they. We’re all from some deep deep unseen place, in reality. (Well, whatever reality is.) ;-0
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What can I say?
This was brilliantly-written.
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I have roots from different places, Pam. My Mom’s parents were both immigrants. (Sweden and German) Dad’s can be traced back generations to America’s first settlers. I have always felt affinity to newcomers, strangers and people who felt awkward. I feel I’m from the land where understanding and compassion are woven into the “being” of those born there.
Your land of “Yet” does have a wistful and hopeful tone I would like to embrace. My list of things “yet to come” is rather long! 🙂
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I’m just here from the land of ‘too busy’ to comment on your beautiful words. How lovely, to be from a land where compassion and understanding are woven into your being. If only all humans had this thread in their spirits… xo
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I love what you write, but this one was quite special–inspired!
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Thank you so much, Lorna. xo
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😊
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Yes we are all stardust after all. But kudos for openly admitting that you’re from New Jersey.
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Laughing at your New Jersey comment – I guess those who were raised in the Bronx looked down at us New Jerseyites. Heck, so did I! 🙂
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“I’m from the land of yet” – I love that. I think a lot of us hail from there and it’s such a nicer, more hopeful place than the land of never.
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May we never, ever be from the Land of Never. On the other hand, I’m glad we’re not from the Land of Forever, either. That would just be too much…!!
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