i often think about ego (the good and bad of it). how do you let it go? how do you let God in and ego go? sometimes i feel like i am in constant mourning. i mean how do you bury self and not be? it's a struggle.
i find myself settling on the thought that life is a love lesson and i am not God.
i have always loved this ee cummings poem:
i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes
(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday; this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)
how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any--lifted from the no
of all nothing--human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?
(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)
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it's mostly the 'human merely being' part that gets me everytime.
and me merely being? i am at my best when my hands are dirty.
I really really really like parts of this,
even the cliché stuff is not too bad because it's altered slightly and there's a nice contagious effect about the rhythms and original lines you do put in.
If it were mine i'd
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but I've been ruining everything I've tried to write for a while now, still it's about the attempt and the result.
pretty namesake for and end?
it's just that the repeat of a grave, a grave, a grave, a grave, was plentiful much much already.
Things are slow here but I hope you get some specific comments because this has enough good going on to perk a reader up.
Submission Name: verily,
