Guest guest Posted May 29, 2005 Report Share Posted May 29, 2005 All poetry ... just a figment of imagination ! Nothing there to really write about ... Standing stones, descending lights ... flying airplanes ... What is there ? Roses blooming from the soil, Bees roaming, petals falling, pollen spreading ... Cool water of the fountain, clouds hanging ... kids playing ... What more is there ...? ...... .... .. Me watching ... or, eyes watching ... me watching myself ... emotions rising, fallings ... that kid's smile ... that bird in water ... that bird's flight ... the blue sky ... Me watching ... emotions rising ... sometimes, utter emptiness ... lips perched ... fingers bent, ...wrists slightly tingling excess of " .... " heads bent on side, as if heavily drunk, half unconscious, yet alive, ...aware ... heart beating, ...unconcerned, unconnected ... What more is there ? ! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 30, 2005 Report Share Posted May 30, 2005 ..... So, Why do I write, why do I post, that, which can be said to be nonessential, even nonsense, or just imagination ? What is its purpose, the meaning and the goal ? Can it benefit, ....can it change a single soul ? Maybe yes, maybe not ... But, then, Why do I exist, what is my purpose, what is my meaning, ....None whatsoever ! Why I am, why I am here ? Why do I exist, To whose benefit it is, Who is there needing ? No one, ....none whatsoever ? But, do I really exist, or is me too just a figment of imagination ? I sleep, I dream, I dream of a self, of existing, of being ... I open my eyes, ....and, the dream disappears ! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 30, 2005 Report Share Posted May 30, 2005 Do I even know, what is good and bad ... me, myself ... Am I certain, am I sure ? Does the flower know its fragrance, or, does the soil know it stink ? Does the water flow to grow the plants, or does it flow to flood, drown children or ...end the draught ? Does it really care, does it really plan ? Does the flower controls its destiny, does it evaporates with heat, freezes with cold, ....and flows with elevation ... who does it flow for, for the plants and humans or for flies, mosquitoes or viruses ... Does it really know ... Does it really care ? But, you are Not Water, you say ... And, yes, you are Right, ....but, perhaps, that is the Only Problem ... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 30, 2005 Report Share Posted May 30, 2005 To exist is to resist. to flow is to be at ease. To resist is to be a ‘me’. To accept is to be one with ...what is. ..... ..... The existence flows ... from my father’s veins to my mother’s womb. From seed of grapes to the bottle of wine to my blood. ....each with Consequences ! Yet, a seed of grape is oblivious to its own impact. It opens, it grows, it plants, its flowers, it fruits ripens and gets into a bottle. Yet, the seed has no image of me. the subject to the soil, sun and wind. it neither desires nor resists. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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