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From: the 5th dimension
Registered: Apr 2009

posted May 19, 2010 01:18 PM         

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I gazed upon a Greenfly walking along the window of a train. I looked upon him, and pondered how fragile. A sense of sympathy, for I realized the creature probably would not live long. It would only be a matter of time before it died in one way or another. I looked and pondered the fragility. This little being, an aspect of the creator, who would not live long. Where would the consciousness go when it became no more? Would it return to Source? Why would Source create itself in such a way....destined for such a fate? Why isn't creation gentler?

Then I thought to myself....Maybe this greenfly is a metaphor for my own struggles as I find my way through this life, making sense of things through the obscurity, not always being gentle on myself. This life...our co-creation. Our experience.

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From: Melbourne. Victoria. Australia
Registered: Apr 2009

posted July 21, 2010 04:55 AM         

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Can't believe I missed this-

The simplicity in understanding the symbols in our own life is something so special. Thank you for sharing LTT

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posted July 21, 2010 09:08 PM         

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I heard a fly buzz when I died;
The stillness round my form
Was like the stillness in the air
Between the heaves of storm.

The eyes beside had wrung them dry,
And breaths were gathering sure
For that last onset, when the king
Be witnessed in his power.

I willed my keepsakes, signed away
What portion of me I
Could make assignable, and then
There interposed a fly,

With blue, uncertain, stumbling buzz,
Between the light and me;
And then the windows failed, and then
I could not see to see.

~ Emily Dickinson
"A Fly Buzzed When I Died"

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