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life, seriously what the hell?
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life, seriously what the hell? |
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themute Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 469Maryland 
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Life, are you serious? The fact I don’t cry or have a mental breakdown wile having this epiphany is incredible to me. Now, on to the poem. I am waking from my dreams I think I’d seen myself, but I’d forgotten ‘for I woke While in the bathroom for a shower An angel speaks to me I’ll tell you what he told me with my own words The smallest particles to molecules to membranes to tissue to all Because of such small parts And a small universe of matter acting all the time Making consciousness, intelligence, vision How does my consciousness get there? I know when to use just shampoo and not conditioner My hair is fine I used it yesterday Incredible I am in aw of my own existence Of my own thinking and my own breathing Of the smallest parts of me that make my mind The fact that I can make decisions That I understand I have an end and fear it but don’t let it own me I am in aw of the consciousness I take for granted Of my sight I take for granted How I see and how its power affects me My ears that hear ‘words’, a funny concept in its self I am in aw of my touch So complex our bodies are and so powerfully real I am because I feel I am, because I am My heart that beats a rhythm until the day I die My brain made so complexly it makes me alive All of my senses that give me a world I am in aw of them and in aw of consciousness How it is made and how I know I am How I remember thoughts and dreams How I feel thoughts and think about my senses How I can love and be loved How I can act without thought, think without knowing it How I know the world keeps spinning even without me here I am in aw of my being And why shouldn’t I be in aw of what’s taken for granted The beauty of the whole world we see is taken for granted Funny that the very ability to see is taken for granted too The ability to understand and be understood To feel the skin of a love Or have a conversation with your mother while she’s still alive Or the ability to take in the air that is perfection into your lungs We are all taken sometimes for granted And with this realization, I am in aw I am the two-toed wanderer [This message has been edited by Greeneyes (07-18-2006 05:26 PM).] |
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divine chaos Senior Member
since 2006-07-09
Posts 617dancing 'neath the moon |
very insightful and thought provoking write ~*Sheli*~ By words the mind is winged |
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TinaTrivett Senior Member
since 2006-07-15
Posts 569 |
"That I understand I have an end and fear it but don’t let it own me " And that my friend is the key. I really enjoy all of your work. You are truly talented. |
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