Redemption

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Most births I have watched,
Tiny bundles of love,
Arms outstretched,
Symbolic of our ability to give,
To receive love in the world,
And to fully live,
Etched with Divine Intelligence,
To embrace this world in eager anticipation,
The waiting is over, as the soul guides us
On the journey
Down the womb of it's choosing
We come to join the human race
With an open heart,
A mind thirsty for nourishment, the synapses begin to connect
As we are held closely
To the warmth of human touch,
The first part of the voyage is complete,
The exploration has begun,
With all that we need for what is to come,
Whether born into hunger,
Or a belly with nutrition,
All the soul askes will ensue to fruition,
Time nonexistent, pain has no meaning,
Til the weight of this material world
Becomes an albatross,
Senses blurred and hearts aching,
Burthen with demands to adapt to conditioning,
And what we call growing, begins to lose meaning,
Rips us away from the soul, 
Renders us incognizant of it's deeming,
But the tapestry is laid and course is now planned,
There is no turning back, not a one is unmanned,
A still voice within, so quiet and meek,
It requires your heart to reveal it's mystique,

 

Love and nature have the answers to all that you crave,
Reconnect with your soul, and together, this Earth we will save.

 

 

4:26 PM 4/23/2013 ©

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The soul and the world. Regaining balance from man's demands for material greed.

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Fabulous! Right from the outstretched hands of the babe who is ready to embrace this world till the love for nature, you have put everything crystal clear to make people save this world.

Reminder: I have posted my poem 'You are quite brilliant, my lady'.  Hope you will read and comment on it. No compulsion what so ever.

Ben

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Thank you, Ben. I was having

Thank you, Ben. I was having a little bit of a difficult time with this, but in the end I am satisfied. I am an admirer of the life of Gandhi, and love the teachings of J. Krishnamurti. I will be sure to check out the poem.


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "