Submitted to site, etc.: Sometimes thinking about the not doing, or undoing of a thing, ing, action, inspires insight; a place for light to go; things to grow- no? Have you thought of not carrying the Earth too? Carlos Casteneda's, " Discipline is the art of feeling awe", comes to mind. As in leaving no footprints, that followed none, which will echo on in all ways, always? Also, the Tao's "useless tree", Zen's "empty cup", Chan's "empty boat", and a Shaman's" "If there was something in the air If there was something in the wind If there was something in the trees or bushes That could be pronounced and once was overheard by animals, Let this Sacred Knowledge be returned to us again.
Artharvaveda (VII, 66) as quoted in Entering the Circle"
Most appreciated of a fellow poet's poem on Hello Poetry: "a hollow reed, longing at once to be the singer and the song"; reminds me of when I used to sing reality, and sometimes, even dance it :) Here's a twig of my Earth orientated twigs of poetree for All :) why
As acid rain from your closed eye, An acre of rainforest falls each Second, Earth's tears bleeding, For, all you see is grey.
Submitted to site, etc.: Sometimes thinking about the not doing, or undoing of a thing, ing, action, inspires insight; a place for light to go; things to grow- no? Have you thought of not carrying the Earth too? Carlos Casteneda's, " Discipline is the art of feeling awe", comes to mind. As in leaving no footprints, that followed none, which will echo on in all ways, always? Also, the Tao's "useless tree", Zen's "empty cup", Chan's "empty boat", and a Shaman's" "If there was something in the air
ReplyDeleteIf there was something in the wind
If there was something in the trees or bushes
That could be pronounced and once was overheard by animals,
Let this Sacred Knowledge be returned to us again.
Artharvaveda (VII, 66) as quoted in Entering the Circle"
Most appreciated of a fellow poet's poem on Hello Poetry: "a hollow reed,
longing at once to be the singer and the song"; reminds me of when I used to sing reality, and sometimes, even dance it :) Here's a twig of my Earth orientated twigs of poetree for All
:) why
As acid rain from your closed eye,
An acre of rainforest falls each
Second, Earth's tears bleeding,
For, all you see is grey.
reality