Monday, October 20, 2008

if i were a leaf on a tree, would i want to see my roots?

21 comments:

organiparadox said...

yes, and you're just dying to get there

anne artist said...

and so what am i growing higher and higher toward the sky in order to see?

organiparadox said...

your demise

anne artist said...

so no matter where i look, i am looking for my demise?

are my roots in touch with the ground of my being? and if so, what effect does the rain have?

organiparadox said...

raindrops are the same as clock ticks

anne artist said...

if a flood washes away, then what effect does the clock have? if there is a drought, how does that relate to the clock's tick?

organiparadox said...

in time, a drought is the same as a flood
they both amount to nothing
and they are everything
depending on
your
perspective

my face looks at your face
we see how time falls, flies
strangers lost in dreaming
never dreaming eyes to cry
lovers lust and passion
blue swept walls seep dust and sweat
ten steel fisted givers taking
takers seeking yet
written words just flying birds
pens form sentence sins
guns of ink kill thoughts, I think
drown in the ink filled river sink
the pen I curse but what is worse
they never reappear
thoughts so pure yet i am sure
they never reappear
lonely cries of silence
silence screams of prophet's gold
faded passion rusted beauty
withered growing old
in the end, around the bend
the plot gets ever thicker
tortoise pace or jackal's race
the clock is always quicker

anne artist said...

is the clock's tick also a flying bird?

organiparadox said...

yes, and its name is sin

anne artist said...

sin meaning what?

organiparadox said...

missing the mark
death
you know, the apple thing, the snake and all that,
everything that isn't in the tree of life

anne artist said...

death is sin?

what is in the tree of life?

i mean how would i recognize what is not sin?

organiparadox said...

be here now

anne artist said...

so sin is not being here now?

organiparadox said...

no
being here now is the bird of death
AND
the rosebud
it's all here, right now
and it's all perfect
it's you
AND
it's me.
ALL of it!

anne artist said...

so the rosebud is the bird of death and the bird of life?

organiparadox said...

yes, just like the bird of death
is the rosebud in the morning sun,
sparkling with dew,
vibrant,
wanting to open
to love.......

and death

anne artist said...

and life.......

if we think of death as unknowable, does that mean we think life is knowable?

organiparadox said...

life is knowable as if we are in a dream
death is the dream that we die into
heck.....I was dead 53 years ago....and I don't remember it being so bad...but then...
forgetting is easy....
the hard part is remembering

anne artist said...

remembering that we have forgotten?

organiparadox said...

yes