Chere Axilea, Chere Axilea, le proverbe italien dit : Mano negro porta pane Bianco.
Oui j’apprend toujours des petits et des grands pour bien vivre qui Dieu vous benisse
Love Emile
Awesome. I think I will dig in the dirt and yes, be comforted and calmed. And when I dig I plant as you have new thoughts and perceptions. Excellent. No we can not remain in the ambivalence forever. Liz
Sad, but true, "humanity strives in ambivalence".
With humility in our hearts, those working "dirty hands" will find a way to Hope and the fruit of Peace beyond.
Another engaging, nicely penned capture, Axilea.
Peace & Blessings,
Carolyn
Reading "With Dirty Hands" ... I was not only listening to your inner rumblings ... but I was also assaulted by several visuals ... this poem is beautiful and much I can myself identify with ......... it also needs a portrait to accompany it ...
thank you ... you made me hear and see...
.jeanne.
Accepting the pain of life is as the acceptance of hope, though hope takes us into the pain of life, where one can find the soiling of the body, mind, and soul. The materialistic world cannot even escape our touch, even with double gloves we still have no choice, we are human and will only find our immortality....through hope...
a very nice work of thought provoking expression...
This world is so chaotic, how could one not get one's hands "dirty?" Your verses provide substance for thought, Axilea. Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and peace to you,
Gripped my attention and my attraction as I pictured each scene as it pertained you a beautiful lady exploring her inner self to come out in the end hopeful and majestic.
Hugs
Fee
I always say it's much better to be human than inhumane. You cram a whole lot of thoughts and feelings into very tight verse.
I sense you're very strong -- both as a writer and a person.
Well done.
Leo
Deep ontologic thoughts developed to a teleologic picture that was painted with the colors of humanity. "With Dirty Hands" takes one on a deep diving into the ocean of life and living.
Your one line wearing a double pair of gloves,with that line I feel an authenticity from a person who has experienced the subject to the core, no faking here,nice write,
stan
Earth opens full--
welcomes you into her womb.
Later,
you pop open like a seed after flame--
the seed is born there--
within the womb--
nourished by the womb.
And slowly,
the infant arms stretch upward,
reaching for light,
writhing for truth,
seeking for air;
infant toes wriggling,
stretching,
glutting on love.
Then,
full-sun,
you blossom--
full.
Explains the realizations that have given the author the views of living life fully. The life each person dreams about.
You must take a look at yourself before dreams can be reached.
Deciding what is the core of belief.
This combined narrative dialogue and play is about the uncreated, unborn and undying transcendent Self of God-consciousness and Buddha-nature. It describes an odyssey of transcendent Consciousness Awakening and Remembrance.
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Oui j’apprend toujours des petits et des grands pour bien vivre qui Dieu vous benisse
Love Emile
With humility in our hearts, those working "dirty hands" will find a way to Hope and the fruit of Peace beyond.
Another engaging, nicely penned capture, Axilea.
Peace & Blessings,
Carolyn
thank you ... you made me hear and see...
.jeanne.
Sam
a very nice work of thought provoking expression...
nice...
Art Sun...
Regis
Hugs
Fee
I sense you're very strong -- both as a writer and a person.
Well done.
Leo
Deep ontologic thoughts developed to a teleologic picture that was painted with the colors of humanity. "With Dirty Hands" takes one on a deep diving into the ocean of life and living.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
stan
Proper nurturing makes us whom we are. Blessings Always, Paul.
I can "see" your words.
welcomes you into her womb.
Later,
you pop open like a seed after flame--
the seed is born there--
within the womb--
nourished by the womb.
And slowly,
the infant arms stretch upward,
reaching for light,
writhing for truth,
seeking for air;
infant toes wriggling,
stretching,
glutting on love.
Then,
full-sun,
you blossom--
full.