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
This book chronicles an infinite allegoric odyssey of Absolute Awakening in which a learned man, a mute man, and a recluse woman are the principal players. The mute and the recluse are the learned one's Teachers and Guides on his journey of Enlighten
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.
The Double Mirrors and Ones and Zeros theories, by Dylan Tauber. Parallel mirrors in our minds produce a vision of the infinite. Love is all that exists. Free PDF download.
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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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