The actions of many
Are purified by the dreams of a few
There is no promised land
Only the mystery of moving onward
Only the semblance of stillness
Is the motion
Of forever more
Only isolation collectively shares
The hope of surviving
The “final” moment
A misnomer of perspective,
A conceptual misnaming of experience
Within the design of all things,
That many believe to be heaven
And others, that “special” place where god resides
The darkness portrays itself to many,
As the assurances of a few
Light is a spectrum of perspective
The source of creation
Is nourished by the energy within our own lives
Life expects nothing from us
Except which we have bestowed upon ourselves
Live life to its fullest
We are the holy we strive for
A wisely numimous and passionately conceived work that testifies to the essentially sacred nature of our own beings. One has to live deep in order to dig deep enough to bring back illuminated lines such as these. Thanks for the striving and the sharing.
Aberjhani
'Live life to its fullest
We are the holy we strive for'
A wonderful inspired write dear Jude! We are the holy we strive for!
Let us honour the Mystery!
Suzie :-)
The title of this piece is knockout for a start. Could dine out on it for weeks, cos of the bells it jangles with our perceptions, perhaps, of STRIVING (for) Holy. To me this presents as an exegesis on the nature of Faith versus Belief - one is active, the other passive. For me, faith is not a matter of doing as much as being... i.e. in relationship with an external God. I could agree, assent and accord with every line of this wholeheartedly - apart from, perhaps the founding standpoint. To me, God is without and I take Him within. I am neither my own God nor a tiny piece of Him myself - I am only that which He imparts to me OF Himself. I think holiness is not a question of "my own whiteness" (far from it!!); rather it is a matter of being "sanctified" by being touched by God. As you know, I could probably go on all day about such things, but I will be very restrained and say that this is a write that we could all take a knife and fork to and still have plenty to go on after quite a few sessions! The Rabbis love laws and tangible signs; the Greeks wisdom and learning. You both "show and tell" here, I think. Far from being "Zen" and bounderless, this is a very well-argued matrix. Heaven is not a place or a state we aspire to; it is in our midst this very instant and we are living eternal life and experiencing holiness in the Now. This poem is like spiritual breathing. K xx
Life has two wings to fly. One is tolerance the other is patience. If you lack one or both then you are not living a life. You are leading a life. Excellent poem
"The actions of many
Are purified by the dreams of a few"
Unresolved anger is a cancer, yet it rarely affects a person to whom it is directed. Think of it this way. One of the most dangerous methods of drug smuggling is to place small amounts of pure heroin in rubber balloons and swallowing. The smuggler is able to pass undetected through customs. BUT IF THE BALLOON BREAKS, pure heroin is spilled into the stomach and results in death from overdose. Some think they are tightly packaged, but actually they are lethal poison that eats away at their insides. Surviving Holy says something to me about not being poisoned by this polluted atmosphere, instead enjoying the purified clean air where dreams ROCK!
I concur with Lisa below completely Robert
It really is a matter of personal holiness and sovereignty, and we should not be worried about what other people may think of our beliefs
Once we go down that rocky road of insecurity and dissemblance, we are the proverbial goners !
A lot of wisdom bestowed on us in this functional composition
Peter
Robert,
I do not and never have based my faith on a structured religion. And I don't see it ever changing. My beliefs are mine and mine alone to decide on what and how to pay homage to my Creator.
Whether I/you believe in Heaven or Hell or not at all, is our own personal choices..
You have spoken with great clarity. That too is your choice.
What happens after we leave here is all hypothetical in that none of us knows for certain, though we each "believe" in something or perhaps, nothing. What you believe and what I believe both stem from "faith;" faith that what we believe is so. There is no right or wrong way to believe in life and death, simply what makes us feel the best about ourselves, our eventual departure from this place as well as how it will be once we do. Holy is subjective, and really has more to do with living within our own moral framework than living within someone else's concept of what that is. I have no need for other's to believe as I do, nor do I have any reason to fault them for their beliefs. What happens after this life is nothing more than an unproven concept of our own beliefs and desires. I vacillate between the idea that you present here and my personal reverence for a Higher Being who has a grand design and finding my place within that. I am not one to believe in original sin or that many things that others regard as sin are that for me, but I do make every effort to live within the moral framework that I have set for my life, and in doing so, honor the other beings who also walk this planet. This is a meaty write with lots to chew on, Jude. Nice work!
Take care,
Sherry
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Reviewed on February 25, 2006
You and I agree on many things :-) A message given to me awhile ago in a ceremony of passage, to share with others is, "Live life and laugh." :-)
Tonight I laughed at myself with one of the greatest stomach roaring laughs I have had in a long time. It felt great.
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Aberjhani
We are the holy we strive for'
A wonderful inspired write dear Jude! We are the holy we strive for!
Let us honour the Mystery!
Suzie :-)
I like this poem, especially the last two lines.
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Bobbi
Are purified by the dreams of a few"
Unresolved anger is a cancer, yet it rarely affects a person to whom it is directed. Think of it this way. One of the most dangerous methods of drug smuggling is to place small amounts of pure heroin in rubber balloons and swallowing. The smuggler is able to pass undetected through customs. BUT IF THE BALLOON BREAKS, pure heroin is spilled into the stomach and results in death from overdose. Some think they are tightly packaged, but actually they are lethal poison that eats away at their insides. Surviving Holy says something to me about not being poisoned by this polluted atmosphere, instead enjoying the purified clean air where dreams ROCK!
Sage
Ron
It really is a matter of personal holiness and sovereignty, and we should not be worried about what other people may think of our beliefs
Once we go down that rocky road of insecurity and dissemblance, we are the proverbial goners !
A lot of wisdom bestowed on us in this functional composition
Peter
I do not and never have based my faith on a structured religion. And I don't see it ever changing. My beliefs are mine and mine alone to decide on what and how to pay homage to my Creator.
Whether I/you believe in Heaven or Hell or not at all, is our own personal choices..
You have spoken with great clarity. That too is your choice.
Lisa
Except which we have bestowed upon ourselves
And that is a marvelous way to look at life, Robert; we each truly make our lives what they are.
Love Tinka
Felix
Joye Nitsche
Take care,
Sherry
Tonight I laughed at myself with one of the greatest stomach roaring laughs I have had in a long time. It felt great.
Thank you for this sharing and the smile :-)