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From My Subconscious to Paper

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MyPenNameIsSam
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0 posted 05-11-2000 12:55 AM       View Profile for MyPenNameIsSam   Email MyPenNameIsSam   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for MyPenNameIsSam

From My Subconcious to Paper

Crying helplessly,
     I mourn to the moon
"Where have I gone?" I ask,
     "And where am I going?"
Clutching close to my heart
     the fragment of wood I found in the White Pines
Dreaming of trees
     the size of sky scrapers
In my mind
     within a forest eternal
Walking on soft pine needles
     amongst ivy and "Jack-in-the-box"
Butterflies land
     in the sunset's last rays
I mourn for those days
     I mourn for their meaning
          I mourn for what they say
Why, why have I come here?
     And why, why do I stay?
What is to come of me?
     And to what shall I pray?

Time has no meaning
     Yet ever it turns
It's meaning is ruling
     While it's truth seems unknown

What is it that happens
     in the still of the night?
What comes to me softly
     and begs for my sight?
What is it that whispers
     and floats 'round in my head?
That jibbers and jabbers
     in a language unsaid?
Who comes to me now,
     in the still of the night?
Steps out of the darkness
     and into my light?
What have they to say
     that may mean something to me?
What is it they grasp for?
     What is it they need?
What is it they're telling
     and asking of me?


----This poem may not make sense to some of you... it may sound like a bunch of jibberish... but this is what came out of my mind when I decided to sit down and write the thoughts that came to me in order to calm my flying emotions last night...Thank you for taking the time to listen....----Molly

 Fleeting World
"Thus shall ye think of all this fleeting world:
A star at dawn, a bubble in a stream;
A flash of lightning in a summer cloud,
A flickering lamp, a phantom, and a dream."
-from the Diamond Sutra, translated by : A. F. Price -- found in Teachings of The Buddha, edited by Jack Kornfield






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Sam~
Good to see you again.

Makes perfect sense to me ...

'Time has no meaning
      Yet ever it turns'

Glad you were able to calm your 'flying emotions.
This is thoughts taking wing ... and flying.
~*Marge*~


 ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~
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2 posted 05-11-2000 02:25 AM       View Profile for PhaerieChild   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for PhaerieChild

Sam...no matter how it came into being, it is a great post and it made perfect sense to me. Sometimes my emotions go a'flying too and nothing makes sense, but it seems to still fly in the direction it was intended to.

 Poetry~ Words falling on paper, painting a dream.

Shawna R. Holder
Boise, Idaho


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