When the cold seeps through your skin, thinking how many times you've walked here alone when you might have been lying in the arms of lovers, warm and comforting, don't sit there shivering. You weren't meant for those chains.
You were meant to rise on cool mornings and swim in deep, clear ponds, to walk along mountains and stand at the edges of cliffs, to gaze at stars -- drawing strength from their fiery motion.
Hear Lucius/Jerry read the poem: humanist-art.org/old-site/audio/SoF_015_kathy.MP3 . This poem is part of the Scraps of Faith collection of poems ( https://humanist-art.org/scrapsoffaith.htm )
Everyone's alive are living a life like its forever When the owner knows the expiring date laughing often like we won't cry again Buying luxuries gadget like we are brave Buying expensive rides like they are only reason Building houses like they can move it Shopping expensively, oppressively Standing to some great feet, Being notorious. Your shadow lying on the floor giving warning, 6 feet is real Your breathe is been measured by the hours of time. The steps your feet takes is been counted. Your happy moments, frustrated moments, sad moments and winning moments are noted. Your life is designated to a specific death moment Equipped with some amount of people to attend. You won't know the person bathing you, No can't know the coffin carrier, You don't know anything. Anything you own is left behind The ant on the ground has power over you. You became a friend to the sand. A very long time friend missing you. Now you know who you are Actually nobody, The breathe of God gives Life Makes us somebody. Be good and be good Give even if it is your last Be happy when you do. Help even if not returned, don't make no harm Death is not the opposite of life, but part of it.
Death opposite friend coffin carrier nobody own breathe shadow
mind fluttered heart triggered or was it the opposite? to not feel is constantly abandoning the real or was it overthinking? white sun yellow moon shun or was it the lamp in my room? exclamation mark question bark or was it me confused?! flames left turned in hurt backs flared then burnt or was it them that slammed the door? now a missing bone from an unsolved puzzle all alone
:: There is place in my mind Where my thoughts can wander freely, Once they stop inspecting themselves So very very CLOSELY; A place where they can dance Naked around the living room, Unencumbered by attention To detail, to the opposite of detail, To the opposite of the opposite of detail. : The tricky part is that to find this place I must get lost looking for it; Only ever realising that I was there Once I am no longer where ...Intention meets in-attention... ::
‘Everywhere's been where it is ever since it was first put there. It's called geography.’ - Terry Pratchett, Wyrd Sisters