Cut away from life*
A tree sits in the woods all alone
It is a piece of lumber soon to be gone
While it is gentle with the happiness in the breeze
It knows its life was bountiful, it made it with ease
So in these last few moments before the axe takes it away
Remembering how it got started on that very special day
Dom*Colucci 2010
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Where were you when I was always here?*
Where were you when I was always here?* Who are and where did you come from? Are you of duality or from the Source of one? Does your consc...
Dom, you made me cry...
ReplyDeleteDancing the Blue Danube Walty with tears in my eyes.
it is sad to see living trees being cut down...
ReplyDeletewonderful poem,
incredible implications!
My Dearest Shiamala..I cried just as well when I wrote this poem in my imagination last night...as it tells something about how the Soul departs this physical plane and never to return once Enlightened again...enjoy as well(+)
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Dearest Jingle...yes it is as mans glut for keep recreating himself for the sake of himself when he is not even himself to do so..so he loves his own ignorance which tends to his KARMA and winds up the same way the tree did...enjoy as well and thanks for liking my poem(+)
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this one is a really sad poem- i dont like chopping down of trees :(
ReplyDeleteGolden Lotus of God's Love...thanks once again...neither do I but it goes as a metaphor about the human life as how it became something all its life through times of its own suffering to becoming successfully fruitful and one that one day that death took that life away as it remembered from day one on how happy it was with its innocence...enjoy as well(+)
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