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Topic: The Mountain Top(Dirt)
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dafremen
Knowflake Posts: 1059
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Registered: Nov 2002
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posted November 19, 2004 11:28 AM
 
Hit the mountain top
Reached the pinnacle and petered
Fettered there
Left behind the wings that somehow o'er the ages
Taught and brought me there
Shed the skin for scrolls of old
Fed the bought and borrowed one
On inner peace instead
Leave me! Be me!
What you want me to be...me
Willingly free me to see me
Gleefully teasing
Beyond this slim composure
Failing then fleeing
This depth of heights unmeasured
You cannot count
The tokens of the toll
Who cannot feel
The bleating of my soul?
The numbing of its cold, hard way?
The crumbling of this mountain stay
This peak of foolishness?
Accursed day melts
Exposing blessed night
The frightening spectacle of who I was and am
The lightening gave way to what I couldn't understand
I ran..run
I run and stand
Behind the shadow of my conviction
"I am!" I shout
But doubt that I know anything at all
Not anything at all
So called enlightenment
No wisdom here I fear
Just apparitions come and went
Their wisdom spent upon a fool upon his knees
A flea, a mite, a mote, a man
Ran to the mountain top on wings and strings attached
Upon a puppet's hand
Up to the mountain top
The monastery's shadow laughing all the while
Laughing, then it smiles and scowls at my unworthiness
At this scrap of dauntlessness come calling
Blown upon its kiss then falling down
Falling down
"Know your worth, dirt.
Kiss the earth
Know of your birth, dirt.
Tumble down and ever after know that you are small"
I felt its loamy call
So very very small I am
So very very small
And know I cannot stand
Can only crawl, only crawl up to
Then fall down from the mountain top. IP: Logged |
Gia
Moderator Posts: 879
From: California
Registered: May 2004
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posted November 29, 2004 12:45 PM
Beautiful words Daf, but you can never truly fall unless you fall into the ego illusion of separation from your creator. Which is self inflicted illusion. That repeats itself over and over until we awaken from this dream.If we all had the slightest inkling of our true nature without the false idea that we had to strive so hard for it, then we would see our own elightenment. The ego enjoys division and separation. It works hard to make you believe the false and of course that which we resist, will always persist. We will always battle it if we accept it to be true and always get upset at those who fail to understand our message. The ego is like a mirror it reflects. True perception is the key. Did we not chat once about how things change simply by the way we look at them? I love to read your poetry and I do enjoy your posts. I know I don't always agree with your ideas, but that's quite alright because I see the true nature of what lies within you. That is without illusion quite beautiful!  Gia IP: Logged |
Randall
Webmaster Posts: 19858
From: Columbus, GA USA
Registered: Nov 2000
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posted November 30, 2004 01:32 PM
What Gia said.  ------------------
"Never mentally imagine for another that which you would not want to experience for yourself, since the mental image you send out inevitably comes back to you." Rebecca Clark IP: Logged |
dafremen
Knowflake Posts: 1059
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Registered: Nov 2002
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posted December 04, 2004 07:29 PM
This poem was actually an improvisation written on the spur of the moment at another place. It was an exploration of a theme, much as my poems on infidelity and domestic violence have been. Writers write about life, not necessarily their own, although much inspiration comes from there as well. This is the story of a man who has come face to face with the futility of all that he worked for, and once thought mattered. He is coming to grips with how truly small he has been in his quest for what he thought was important. I'm glad that you felt that need to critique it as though it were my own personal feelings on my relationship with my Creator. That just means it was a convincing portrayal. You must have never gotten the chance to read any of my posts before I removed them. You've been preaching to the choir for a very long time with me, I thought it best to let you go, as you seem to like a good soapbox as much as I do. I'll be leaving this house for good now. wa salam, daf IP: Logged |
pixelpixie
Moderator Posts: 5128
From: Ontario, Canada
Registered: Aug 2003
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posted December 05, 2004 03:25 AM
That was a beautiful prose.. a fabulous working of words. I have always thought so.
The sad part for me though, is I almost don't want to comment now, in case there is some subversive quality.. some hidden meaning that I didn't catch because I am not 'in on the secret'.
I don't like that I can't simply enjoy another human being's words... beautiful words.. without having that criteria attached to it.
I did enjoy the verse.
You have a gift with words.IP: Logged |
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