Roy Reichle
Sep 7, 2018 · 1 min read

I was just thinking about aloneness. It’s funny how the universe works through what we call coincidence sometimes. It’s like there is something between us all — even when distant strangers.

My thoughts started with this statement/start of a poem:

“I am alone,” cannot be spoken

to anyone without the hint of irony.

One line of thinking that came on strong was how standing before a decision — Frost’s two roads in a wood, is where I am always alone. another voice or presence cannot penetrate the inner will to choose that exists within the walls of a body.

Then, to KNOW this kind of aloneness — to live it — is to be free, maybe for the first time ever. Once a mind grasps the impermeability of the self, our total control of living, is to see the falseness of compulsion.

This is not to say there is never a need for others or that there is not use for criticism — only that one is always free from accepting any outside idea.

Nice poem, Anna Breslin. We were on a relative wavelength.

    Roy Reichle

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    Poet, Writer, Rock climber, Fitness Coach. I live in the present — breath by breath.