Releasing Illusions From The Shore
Creation’s sand sifted from our hands—
clutched for a moment by gravity
as it flowed, streaming silently,
to settle —in small scattered piles within us.
Thought and mood changes from grain to grain.
Perils and adventures rise and fall—
again and again from one position to the next.
All things change us—
All pleading for illusions un-hooded truth—
Only a mindful soul in peaceful acceptance
Prepares the meeting room table
for each sunset, for each full moon, for each new sunrise—
Guests are encouraged to speak
with innocence and understanding
as they… the children are;
where they become the sand—
Released from the creation of their hands.
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(In silence, I mourn Creation’s loss, from above…
there is not a child born, that does not —seek our love).
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From sand to diminishing pottery, my soul pours out the last of life.
It’s existence to non-existence, in remembrance
—of holding its last grain of sand.
Tags: Children...who would shoot sleeping birds?, http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/, Wake up!, ~The Night Before Breakfast~
Ankush pathania
April 29, 2018 at 5:24 am
Sir, your writing skills really inspires young motivation booster like me
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Rosemary Nissen-Wade
February 21, 2018 at 8:53 am
I find this quite haunting.
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hypercryptical
February 21, 2018 at 6:56 am
Much to ponder here ZQ, in this wonderfully deep write. Thank you.
Anna :o]
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ZQ
February 19, 2018 at 1:06 pm
YES : ) Enjoy the ride.
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Rall
February 19, 2018 at 10:49 am
We are but a speck in the universe.There is so much we do not understand…the search goes on.
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annell4
February 19, 2018 at 9:37 am
What a beautiful write!
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Rommy
February 19, 2018 at 8:42 am
There is beauty in the shifting sand
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thotpurge
February 19, 2018 at 5:05 am
Love that image of creation’s sand scattering in piles inside us.. wow!
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dsnake1
February 19, 2018 at 1:54 am
much to ponder!
aren’t we grains of sand in the vast dunes of the universe?
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Mary
February 18, 2018 at 7:09 pm
Yes, all things change us….a little bit at a time. We hardly notice, but it happens. Wonderful thoughts here, ZQ.
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kaykuala h
February 18, 2018 at 6:24 pm
All things change us—
All pleading for illusions un-hooded truth—
The beauty of a change is that it begets other changes going. The general level of situations gets improving!
Hank
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kaykuala h
February 18, 2018 at 6:23 pm
All things change us—
All pleading for illusions un-hooded truth—
The beauty of a change is that it begets other changes going. The general level of situations gets improving!
Hank
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Donna@LivingFromHappiness
February 18, 2018 at 4:25 pm
So much to ponder…so much meaning behind the grains of sand and existence, non-existence….indeed we are always changing as is the universe…your ending is haunting to me…
‘From sand to diminishing pottery, my soul pours out the last of life.
It’s existence to non-existence, in remembrance
—of holding its last grain of sand.’
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Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
February 18, 2018 at 3:49 pm
Maybe life is like erosion… we are born as rocks but grated to sand.
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magicalmysticalteacher
February 18, 2018 at 2:17 pm
“All things change us”
To me, this is the most powerful line in the your poem. It’s a truth worth contemplating over and over. The wind changes me. Birdsong changes me. Shadows change me. Oh, the changes are limitless! All things change me!
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Gillena Cox
February 18, 2018 at 1:54 pm
Such sad meandering of words ZQ. and aptly expressed
Happy Sunday
much love…
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Sherry Marr
February 18, 2018 at 1:01 pm
Our souls pour out the last of life, leaving messages for our children to follow……….I am grateful we keep writing!
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