This is not a philosophical theory but certainly what has arrived at this accepting age of mine.
We are taught to tame our senses
Birth certificates recognizing existence
Conceptions beliefs opinions and theories
Parenting the unintelligible heart
To cling to Gods they can’t let go of
Labeling fear with suffering and delusion
Morally abusing our rare power with mediocrity
Our true splendor hides beneath the DNA
Completely engaged in our spirit
Expressing it’s purpose selflessly with exclamations
So great your Divine pen is…Yes Mari — at times painful to realize that we as a human race can (is) be programmed… but some (like you my dear) will not permit ~ will defy ~ will embrace your personal spirit and thus, your life here on planet earth will soar to much greater heights than that of mere mortals…. feel the love xo
I love reading your words to me. Always a burst of light poking straight and for my chest. Terrible thing that you must live so far, otherwise we’d b having tea somewhere.
i have thought the same exact thing Mari… wanted to invite you over for all the scope as soon as you began to fall ….
Just seemed perfectly natural and felt like I could be some fun big sis figure to ya! xo
Yes, o’ absolutey. Great honor to know such wonderful spirits do exist
scoop – i’m too quick with my fingers here~~
Mari–yes, and yes–sing out from under that DNA, from what is very much you! Everything else is just packaging.
I love this poem of yours…. I was tempted to suggest fighting the port’s desire to speak in abstractions (every poem i ever wrote in the mfa poetry class i took last semester had red pen lineswhich begged me to earn my abstractions with sensory descriptions first lol) but i think it’s fitting here, or at least you’ve got a first line scape goat- brilliant line i might add. =) As always, thanks for sharing!
Never thought of myself as a writer. The intention is there right alongside with my typos which of course essentially abstract my way of thinking. You are too adorable, thank you for reading me!
But you are =) & thank you for your writing & your kindness
Hugs to you, thank you
And by port i meant poet, haha love autocorrect
So right on you are, Sister. Sing it loud! Great post.
(I’ve had green tea! Can you tell??) he he
How many cups? Fess up? Hehe. . Thank you darling!
Some very interesting thoughts going on in this piece, liking it
Thank you!
today I just couldn’t stop thinking about the word “resilience” and then I read that line ” true splendor under that DNA” and I thought yes that’s what it is. I don’t have to settle down even when everything else wants me to. Thanks, because I’m glad I’m not the only one who thought about this.
You are absolutely not the only one. Totally get it, you.