Truthful and touching poem, Steve. A cycle indeed! Human's, plants, etc. We're born, present our gifts of beauty, love, light or darkness to the world, then return to that from which we came! I like your work.
Reviewed by Nicole Davis Vergara (Reader)
Reviewed on May 15, 2004
What a SPLENDID piece! I am sorry to hear of your loss of a friend to cancer as I am now luckily a survivor times two, but I offer a piece of poetic wisdom which I feel this truly splendid piece speaks...
We begin as seeds of ashes and dust
with nurturing tenderness and love we break free of our seed crust
We seedlings grow in harmony and trust
with trials and errors put in our ways we do as we must
We continue onward and upward till one day our shells no longer hold us and bust
with the promise of rebirth and our faith in such back we go to ashes and dust
A scientist/philosopher explores the mysteries of existence in a highly personal quest for answers to life's ultimate questions, forging a bridge between sterile science and spiritual values -- a scholarly work for all who seek wisdom, truth, true fr
Histories of the world are generally written to either celebrate technology and science, or to herald doom. My book examines the path of the spirit in the onward rush.
This book presents a narrative story of one person's journey of transcendental Awakening and Enlightenment as guided by his two Sage companions. It is grounded in Zen Buddhist and Taoist perspective and uses the I Ching as its structural framework. T
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We begin as seeds of ashes and dust
with nurturing tenderness and love we break free of our seed crust
We seedlings grow in harmony and trust
with trials and errors put in our ways we do as we must
We continue onward and upward till one day our shells no longer hold us and bust
with the promise of rebirth and our faith in such back we go to ashes and dust
~Nikki~
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