fragments
I am so amazed that my poem ""fragments" elicited such an attack!
Actually, fragments is a poem of absolute love as some love can be absolute.
fragments was written after a lengthy recovery . it truly amazes me how we as hiumans take such simple things as walking and the ability to have someone love you through the worst of it all for granted.Once, during the agony in pain from a severe back injury, I let go, and passed through a light... call it what you may...In the end of it all when I chose life, one must remember. In death the ego is completely stripped from the soul. The ego, leftboy, is the part of us that lies to ourselves, our vanities and other people everyday.
The ego creates the personality, not the creativity. Once the ego is gone, the final judge is our "selves' stripped of the ego. There is a power whether one wants to call it god or pure mathematics. And fortunately for some and unfortunately for others, the soul has the inability to lie.
facing god or the essence as one may call it is words without words, sound without sound.
Too complicated for some?
Perhaps...but we all arrive at the same stopping point after we die.
There's nothing more mind-teasing than the incomprehensible eagerly avowed -
Dennett
There's nothing more mind-teasing than the incomprehensible eagerly avowed -
Dennett