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The Rose!
Suppose, the Rose, Got a name, to some identity claim.
Isn’t it the same, with everything that is given a name! By such name, it identity claim!
Whatever is given a name, word or sound, Allows identification to get bound. Separation is born, by what is torn! Separation cannot exist, Unless there is a sound, words or names to it enlist. The Rose is not a Rose, Unless there is such a name to it impose.
Is the Rose pink, Or is that what one been told to think?
So who is there that was born, or shall die, Could that story and concept be a lie?
The Bee! That you in this picture see.
Is attracted to the flower of the sun, It will for its nectar chase and run.
The nectar that man also seek, Is closer than ones cheek. But appear so far, like a distant star.
We seek it through others, Often starting with our mothers. And ending with our lovers.
In between were many events, That appeared as scratches and dents, Opening the gates and vents. To search for ease, find some peace. Leading us to cease, Having expectations and please. And Eventually see through the debris!
The Finch!
The nature of a finch, Does not let thoughts go on a binge.
The nature of man, Is to more and more thoughts into mind cram.
Man’s fueled by comparison and distinction, All species fueled by survival and fear of extinction.
The question to expose, what did this entire thing compose? Is by nature radically hidden, and mostly forbidden.
Unless you are here to see through the haze, And face the faceless face, That provided the story that gave existence a base, From uncaused silence, stillness and grace. When a finch goes on a binge, Thistle seeds will cringe.
When man goes on a mind cram, It often opens the misleading floodgates of a dam. |
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