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Array ( [sid] => 84865 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => A philosophical poem [time] => 2005-02-18 16:31:31 [hometext] => I started writing and this without any intentions of what I wanted it to be and the poem turned into an explanation of my philosophy on life. I think a lot of people will find this interesting. [bodytext] => Warning:
An unexpected let down could occur if turbulence
strikes fear and dread into your
asphyxiated spine.
The recommended remedy lies within your stomach
and purges upwards through your chest
in the form of laughter,
that echos the sound one makes after death
and during birth,
when your toes are tickled against the crisp air,
firm in its intensity.

Every fear has the same remedy
and each answer turns one's attention inward,
moment by moment, whereby
the same reoccuring pattern emerges.
The same words are repeated,
the same all knowing voice answers
through the darkness, which
unties your blind fold that is worn
to keep your lies from being exposed
to the presence of yourself,
illuminated,
aware,
we all encompass the all encompassing,
but lose sight of ourselves within
our mind's shadow, a distorted
vision of beauty that attracts our
inner yearning
for solidity,
for depth,
for truth,
all transformed to fit our own lusts
and desires.

Every moment translates the untranslated
and repeats the same message
in the form of silent awareness,
the reminder of time,
of death,
of life,
of strife,
of realization,
of purity,
of war,
of hope,
of love,
each existing within a single breath,
exhaled,
and furthermore as we inhale,
the moment is recycled into the next
....exhale.....
....and again....
....and again....
....and again....

Have you ever gazed into the moon?
With its mysterious subtlety it controls
the ocean's tide and the warewolf's howl.
With its illuminated face,
it tells stories of the cosmic bang
with an expression that whispers,
"Ah",
overwhelmed with the infinte complexity
and simplicity of the void within space,
and of the single trembling leaf, which sways
delicately on a tree's limb, exposed to
the brutalities of highly revered unknowns.

The moon is the force that consumes
beasts with the inner yearning to kill,
and is what drives humans to the most
extraordinary and illogical ends to hold
and possess love.
The moon is a mirror
and when you turn your eyes toward it,
you always see yourself
reflected in time,
eternal.

And again, the same reminder is reflected
through an infinite number of forms,
all one form, and suddenly
we realize that we are all constantly
returning to the same realization,
that throughout time and throughout life,
there is only one realization,
and it is that everything is everything,
and that everything is you,
and that everything is just a reflection of
the infinite depths of yourself, eternally present
in every moment. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 230 [topic] => 43 [informant] => zenmind [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )

A philosophical poem

Contributed by zenmind on Friday, 18th February 2005 @ 04:31:31 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

Warning:
An unexpected let down could occur if turbulence
strikes fear and dread into your
asphyxiated spine.
The recommended remedy lies within your stomach
and purges upwards through your chest
in the form of laughter,
that echos the sound one makes after death
and during birth,
when your toes are tickled against the crisp air,
firm in its intensity.

Every fear has the same remedy
and each answer turns one's attention inward,
moment by moment, whereby
the same reoccuring pattern emerges.
The same words are repeated,
the same all knowing voice answers
through the darkness, which
unties your blind fold that is worn
to keep your lies from being exposed
to the presence of yourself,
illuminated,
aware,
we all encompass the all encompassing,
but lose sight of ourselves within
our mind's shadow, a distorted
vision of beauty that attracts our
inner yearning
for solidity,
for depth,
for truth,
all transformed to fit our own lusts
and desires.

Every moment translates the untranslated
and repeats the same message
in the form of silent awareness,
the reminder of time,
of death,
of life,
of strife,
of realization,
of purity,
of war,
of hope,
of love,
each existing within a single breath,
exhaled,
and furthermore as we inhale,
the moment is recycled into the next
....exhale.....
....and again....
....and again....
....and again....

Have you ever gazed into the moon?
With its mysterious subtlety it controls
the ocean's tide and the warewolf's howl.
With its illuminated face,
it tells stories of the cosmic bang
with an expression that whispers,
"Ah",
overwhelmed with the infinte complexity
and simplicity of the void within space,
and of the single trembling leaf, which sways
delicately on a tree's limb, exposed to
the brutalities of highly revered unknowns.

The moon is the force that consumes
beasts with the inner yearning to kill,
and is what drives humans to the most
extraordinary and illogical ends to hold
and possess love.
The moon is a mirror
and when you turn your eyes toward it,
you always see yourself
reflected in time,
eternal.

And again, the same reminder is reflected
through an infinite number of forms,
all one form, and suddenly
we realize that we are all constantly
returning to the same realization,
that throughout time and throughout life,
there is only one realization,
and it is that everything is everything,
and that everything is you,
and that everything is just a reflection of
the infinite depths of yourself, eternally present
in every moment.

Copyright © zenmind ... [ 2005-02-18 16:31:31]
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Re: A philosophical poem (User Rating: 1 )
by Essentially9 on Friday, 18th February 2005 @ 05:01:59 PM AEST
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you were correct in your assumption, this was very interesting. i wanted to read your poem right off the bat, because i usually do enjoy philosophical pieces more than some of the more shallow poems in meaning. this poem was no exception. this was well written in the exceptence that some of your words in the third stanza were repeated too redundantly. i never like to read lists in poems. then it seems like some of your verses could be taken out, and then it is realized you lose meaning with their absence. maybe you should have the intent to write more of these =]

Re: A philosophical poem (User Rating: 1 )
by Taurusgem1 on Friday, 18th February 2005 @ 05:13:41 PM AEST
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Very good point of view.. I like it

Re: A philosophical poem (User Rating: 1 )
by neveryours on Tuesday, 22nd February 2005 @ 06:15:11 PM AEST
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I thought htis was provoking but long, and a little rambling.

Tighten it up and I think you will have something good here - the content is worthwhile.

Re: A philosophical poem (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 23rd February 2005 @ 06:46:04 PM AEST
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reminded me of that inspirational song that came out a few years back...lets see, freshmen year of HS...whao! About 6 years back! Man time flys!!!!! But yeah, I liked it.

Re: A philosophical poem (User Rating: 1 )
by girltranscended on Thursday, 14th April 2005 @ 11:41:37 PM AEST
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"we all encompass the all encompassing,
but lose sight of ourselves within
our mind's shadow,

And again, the same reminder is reflected
through an infinite number of forms,
all one form,

there is only one realization,
and it is that everything is everything,
and that everything is you,

and furthermore as we inhale,
the moment is recycled into the next
....exhale.....
....and again....
....and again....
....and again...."

Wow...
*struggles for what to say and decides simply: YOU are illuminated. :)

*goes back for the third read and finds:
"inner yearning for solidity"
Talk about striking the nail on the head. Where does that come from? What a keen observance spoken with total encompassment (If that makes any sense!)

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