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XOx Uriah xOX Senior Member
since 2006-02-11
Posts 1403Virginia 
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I sat silently, watching a colony of ants, laboring to build their mound. They were perfect in their being. For they were being....Ants. For a brief moment, my mind pictured Hebrew slaves; Stone cutters and carriers; Using up their lives, constructing pyramids. For a brief moment I imagined them as vain and confused seekers, struggling to erect Babel's tower, in hopes of reaching Heaven. If this were so... They would do better to be as the acorn that lay beside their mound; which, with no thought; no plan in mind; Just by being still, will reach far greater heights. But, it is not so. The ants are just being...Ants. The acorn is just being...Acorn. And in...Being They are perfect. |
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Rainbowdust Member
since 2002-12-05
Posts 320Sydney, Australia |
Hmm. I think I need to learn a lesson or two from you Larry. To just be... I'll try! lol The soul would have no rainbows, had the eyes no tears. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
I read this last night, and I must say, the style of it reminded me very much of another here at Pip whom I consider a masterpoet. His style is also conversational at times, and I really like that aspect of this piece. (The poet I mentioned would be "wranx".)  This here: "I sat silently, watching a colony of ants, laboring to build their mound. They were perfect in their being. For they were being....Ants." smile. I have often said to my friend wranx that the internet, and online communities sometimes reminded me of antfarms. Fascinating in the box--but lawsy, hard to keep 'em contained at times.  So far, I think this is my favorite of yours. Enjoyed. |
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