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ODE TO THE LACKING THINKERS
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JOURNAL # 41 we drink the same light
and walk upon the very same tundra
we cry the same tears
and breathe the same air
we suffer the same losses
yet still wander
blindly
through the poetic chaos
that is, the every day living
so similar yet so different we appear
all illusions created by the hand of God
some so spiritually buoyant
while others so weighted down
anchored so dramatically into
the flesh
by the misinformation of their
strangled environments
the vast gardens of hatred, intolerance
and narrow mindedness wrongfully
feed The Lacking Thinkers
so painfully handicapped are we
in this world
by our own understandably short sightedness
faith, hope, love and peace
are the mightiest horsemen
to ever ride our way
out of the fog through such disgruntled humanity
to think
we take classes for such twisted vulgarity
the spirit must gape
but if we remove the warped world glasses
we've been wearing
we see at last
and sometimes it's just a few short precious
moments before death
the injection of heaven that we each bring
to the earth
through our one tiny fallible being
like ants carrying a watermelon out of the field
the gift to each, our ever questing selves
is to learn this
before our very last breath is exhaled..................
(Dec. 30, 2014 1103pm)
(reworked Jan 1, 2015 857pm)
Enjoyed Sis
Myopic indeed ... Splendid
©bishu
Thank you
my myopic self thanks you as always brother bishu! smiles M.
Some Portraits
are on small canvases, you paint vistascapes on wide swatches of sky - will read a few more times to collect what got away, the spirituality is omnipresent, the meditation pollinated old fruit well - Lady A
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Wow!
Lady A I do believe this is one of the most stunning compliments I've ever received on here (why even in my life in fact ) I almost used the term flattery but that fell too far short and came off even to me as almost insincere and I do not for one second believe your comments to have ever been insincere so I altered the terminology to substitute flattery with the word compliments. Your critique is high praise for me indeed. You reinforce my ideas of my being a mere conduit more and more with your views of my writing. Fondest thanks, M.