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 Nov 2013 Jo Beller
Holly
Religion
 Nov 2013 Jo Beller
Holly
"But I don't want to die." said a tiny young girl, tearfully.

"You don’t die, not really,
There's another life afterwards, a better life,
Just waiting for you.
You'll be able to see Nanny again,
When you're up in heaven." replied her Mother at once, comforting her.

How do you escape death?
Truth is, you can't.
It's the only guarantee of life,
The only certainty.
Inevitable.

Humans try to conquer their fear of death
By painting wonderful mental pictures,
Creating a mirage of white lies,
Of reassurance.
Hoping,
Convincing themselves that there's a better life.
Dreaming of heaven;
Clear blue skies,
Songbirds chirping harmoniously
From dawn until dusk,
Rewards for good behaviour,
for those deemed obedient enough.
Paradise.
But realistic?
I'll leave that for you to decide.

Heaven symbolises the escape from the fear of dying.
An attempt to comfort,
To put minds at rest.
Religion:
Created to make people feel less frightened, and
followed by those scared of death,
scared of the unknown.
I don't mean to intentionally offend religious people in any way through this poem, I'm just expressing my personal opinions about this topic.
It's very difficult to do simple well:

Overthinking
is a folly of the Human condition
just as Underthinking
is a folly of these, our modern times.

We must remember
and return to the ways of
the Natural virtues:
Balance, Respect, Harmony, and Elegance.

Wu wei.

Let it be,
it is fine;
it is we
who need to be
pliant and yielding
all the while retaining
our own individual integrity.

Only then can we, as Humans,
reach our full potential:
It is within our ability
to become Gods. Titans.
Transcendents,
Enlightened Ones;
as Humanity,
the Enlightened.

Good Morning,
Global Consciousness.
So happy to see you've survived the unnaturally long Night.
I hope we remember our dreams;
we sure could use some right about now.
 Nov 2013 Jo Beller
JW Harvey
We all have a past,
We all hide it well;
We all forget that
We all hurt inside.
 Nov 2013 Jo Beller
Claire Davis
The obnoxious wind whispers,

“There is no civility in liberation.”

Oppression is not of human nature,

But of human creation

The ache for passion, the lust for change

A lush forest, serene after the rain.

But the man in the sky needs your money

And the wars are lacking funds

Smothered by fresh air, life is at your throat.

Hominid ruthlessness

Debt and despair

Depletion

Extinction

The free conform

Wild mocks civilization

Brisk air, the branches dance

Vines climb walls like silent snakes

A cold hiss,

“Everything you know is wrong.”

— The End —