Moments pass us by and still we ask ourselves why
Or we seek the road with no deadend and keep perservering
Whispering when?
We dally in our existence and never reach for the depth
We hedge the promises to oursleves and mask emotions
Without respect.
We sing to an orchestra without knowing the words
So we hum
We doubt our own initiatives until we all become
Undone
We run so fast we miss the treasures
We think we have but know no better
We stay content in the maze of run around and continue dazed
Until the road ends and then we see
That we were blind in oursearches...
Refused to believe
Life is simple and not a maze but one fulfilling with the days
The ones we spend with treasures deep
The ones that make us all complete.
Everything's disposable and convenient and we seem never to be content with where we are or what we have. A constant stream of noise and information litters our minds. Always with an eye towards tomorrow, we miss what is. If this write isn't an epistle of modern life, I don't know what is...
We are here to observe, ponder and change matters in a changing world. Nothing of what we believe may be true, none of our hopes may be fulfilled, but all that will change too. It matters not what we want, what we long for, all that counts is our complete surrender to the Light, that will engulf us, flood us and cleanse us. The rewards of such a decision will dwarf any recompense mankind is capable of conjuring. Although this option may not even be on the list of choices of many, we can do it. Even if it means we have to rid ourselves of old habits that belong to this illusion designed for the blind and those incapable or unwilling to reflect on the true meaning of life.
It is when we stop questioning, wondering, hopeing, imagining and dreaming that our lifes start to wind down. without the intricacies of love, romance, heartache, desires, passions, and even plain old lust we are not really living only existing. You and I who have lived wonderfully painful but full lifes no this.
Sometimes we miss the simplicity of life with all of its confusion around us. Your poem shows why being alone and silent at times can do wonders for us in all ways. We are far too busy thinking we have to be occupied every second. It's fear of the unknown that keeps people so busy. Excellent work Susan!
The simple things in life are the most important...
How very true it is, that we never see the woods for the trees...
Little things mean a lot, and we should cherish and preserve the precious moments and memories of existence...
Peter
Reviewed by Crystal Silver Angel (Reader)
Reviewed on June 4, 2006
True words Susan..Nice work...
Xxxx dove
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on June 4, 2006
I like Susan Kathryn de Vegter, better. True, yes so true, we search much too hard for love and treasures and whatever else we strive for and in that mad dash we hurt feelings, shatter hearts, and generally make a damn mess of things. But, if we are lucky, before our zip code become either Heavenly or Devilish, we find true happiness, or more likly that true happiness is dropped in our laps. Good poem, got me going.
I have written a chapter called I Am That, I Am in this inspirational compilation book by best-selling authors and wonderful people from all walks of life xox :-D (Its sister book is called Adventures In Manifesting - Success and Spirituality)
Potential meets purpose for great accomplishments in the life of a young student.
A young student is interested in learning coding programs. He applies and is rejected because of his age. He does not give up and tries again and is accepted. Eventu
I have written a chapter called I Am That, I Am in this inspirational compilation book by best-selling authors and wonderful people from all walks of life xox :-D (Its sister book is called Adventures In Manifesting - Success and Spirituality)
Lin
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How very true it is, that we never see the woods for the trees...
Little things mean a lot, and we should cherish and preserve the precious moments and memories of existence...
Peter
Xxxx dove