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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa 
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When all the saints have marched right out and when the sun no longer shines the clouds will rule like despots and the rain their bidding do. It will fall and spread o'er all the world collecting history in its wake and scatter bits and bobs about like hand-outs to the poor. And after turmoil, strife, and woe silence will reign again and all who made the loudest noise will humbly kneel and beg. But silence holds no grudges ere towards the tongues of men who like the rain inflict the pain as if a faithful servant. The tongues of men; will they rebel and seek to serve through quiet repose before that certain downpour in the darkness after light? No, not ere for made to speak the mind has settled down to sleep and will not, cannot, wake to be the carrier of thoughts to you. Yet still I think my bits and bobs and scatter them not to the poor but to the rich in mindfulness who use their wealth to good effect. Can you hear me? No, I think not ere because, because, mind sleeps, you see, when the tongues of men prattle on and do not reap the crop of silent mindfulness! Helen / 9 June 2011 |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
interesting 'write' ... a lot of truth here! |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
I thought I heard you, but I'll take your word that I didn't. You write deep and profound, at least I heard that. ~ Even if you are on the right track, you'll get run over if you just sit there.--Will Rogers ~ |
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