oh ... yes...after writing that long comment in the previous post... this poem means much to me...so you,too, are talking of that ONE... love the image of all the things being embers of one fire...beautifuland mo matter we are in the sky burning brightly or just some cold ash on the earth... we ARE... we are ever-existent... we never die... we just change form.... and we are participating in the whole universe from its very beginning to its very end...(again this is my limited version of the truth... the way i see the world... just sharing ...)love to you all...
mmmm. yes. maybe.
Life feels more like liquid than fire to me these days. Flowing, merging, changing, but never too far from the river. Of course, I could change and sponateously combust at any moment. Life is like that as well.
hb I like the idea that we never die, just change form. That is what i think of when people say there is no death. NOt a denial kind of thing, but rather the meaning that we are in different form, maybe just minerals or something. Who knows. kHopper, glad we are embers at the same time on the earth.
"maybe all life is born of the same one soul"Correct, but when it arrives here it is taught a lot of stupid crap, depending on what culture it is raised in.
And then it adds another poem to the billions already here that are lost in the ruts of time and space behind us. It's just all monkey droppings. :-)
Do something more useful, plant some trees or something.
oh come on BBC, they are not mutually exclusive... i mean writing poetry and planting some trees... one can do both of them...:)this is for you and Hopper:http://dearteachersatan.blogspot.com/2008/05/god-is-poet.html
BBC A poem is a treeI should knowFor in MY lifetimeI have planted hundredsOf eachAnd I have taken the time To watch them growOr notAnd that is fineI can’t speak for othersI write for my own salvationMy own satisfactionNot yoursOr anyone else’sYou speak muchAbout teachingYou crack the whipExpecting all To fall And listenBut you give no reasonFor them to do soAnd from that expectationComes your bitternessAnd cynicism I for one am not a monkeyThough I wish I were sometimesBut I am moreI am humanAnd that gives me choicesGood or bad“Each moment is meI am my universe”And so are youFootprintsI leave behindWith everything I doAnd sometimesSomeone Will followWhen I see a soulThat I might reachI leave wordsIf you see there just droppings Than you see what you want to seeLike most people I willingly GladlyElatedlyWill teachAnyone who would listenThere is no better wayFor meTo continueLearningGrowingMovingIt has been a longOften difficult roadTo face truth without looking awayThe lessons I have learnedHave spanned the universeAnd time as wellSimple truthThat began with my momAnd dadEinstein, Newton, and so many moreAnd Grandpa…He started me on the pathWith the helpOf oldAldo LeopoldMy children helped tooAnd I thank themFor all the blissAnd all the griefThey have shared with meAwarenessUnderstandingAcceptanceI don’t expect anyoneWill skip steps one and twoJust to understand That which I know to be trueLike the songbirdsEach morning singTo each new dayI bringMy wordsFor any who might want to hearBut I force them on no one
How refreshing Bobbb...citizen of the earth...HB...Hopper...etc. etc.so many ways to view the world and to view life...you all make it that much more interesting...offering ideas, and feelings...beliefs...by chance I learned of blogs...by chance I risked making my own...by chance I met many talented interesting people from all over the world...by chanceI have the freedom to tune in to their words, art, poems, ornot...by chance andon purposeI like to learn fromthe mixture of differencesI find herein Hopper's commment boxseparating outthat that doesn't fit for mewithout worrythat anyone caresor is hurt by thatby menoby chance I go to bed fullfilledby finding gemsofintelligencebeing shared on this planet earthcoincidence?sure, why not!For me it all started with a post card from Kelly to my DHwho by chance he found on line searching his family's rootsand found a flower growing in Canada he was attached to by bloodand now by chanceI am attached to by bloggingand friendshipAnd in Hopper's comment boxby coinsidencewe all commenton this idea...belief...by chance we either agree or agree to disagreeand I go to bedhappy.
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