"Same..."

A thought brought about by Cardinal Robin...

This is a thought that meandered by while I read a message from "Cardinal Robin".

"Same..."

You've said EVERY word -
I've ever used and yet
you've ne'er heard any word
I've ever said.

Your words are mine,
mine are yours.
Ours are theirs,
theirs are ours.

One is alls'
alls' is one's...
We are each others'
and yet - not any-other-one's.

Same - different

different - same...
and I'm crying
today...
and you are ~
not --- wondering --- why.

Perhaps you should...

Chris

Author's Note

Where were you today? and then?

Reviews

[sharonlee]

Nothing is ever the same... today is not the same as yesterday, even when it seems it IS.... now is not the same as yesteryear nor is it now we envisaged in yesteryear.... I/we/he/she.... we are not the us we were.... nothing is ever the same... thought provoking Chris....

Shar

[Kat Collins]

Eloquently written....it's a bittersweet day for I share it with those who gave their lives. I celebrate my birth while mourning the loss of so many others. Creates an unusual confliction of emotions.

I was at work then and home now....but I still remember watching the bodies fall with loud thumps and thuds. I watched them jump in fright to flee, escaping only through death. It is a scene that will haunt me the rest of my days.

[Becky C Strukamp]

Such insight and so powerful. Well penned.

[Crowley]

As I get older I realize we are all so similar that we do have the possibility of understanding each others joy, pain, lot in life. We would do ourselves a favor if we recognized that as a whole I think, we would treat each other better. Great write.

Not so individually yours....

Crowley

[Emily B]

these are hard words to read . . .

[?]

So how come you wrote about how I feel? lol
You have penned this wonderfully
I really enjoy reading your writings, thoughts.

[anne p. murray- LadeeAn..]

Very creative, meaningful and filled with thoughtful wisdom

[Cardinal Robin]

Love the opening, great angle. I like your play of words. Like a finger pointing to the moon.
Doing brick work watching fighter jets and vapor trails. Listening to Indian devotional music.
Then, shaving and walking back and forth to tv, then outside to my city sky.

[Teri B]

I was at a Wine and Food Fest in Rhinebeck. That day, I was in Room 160 at the public high school where I work in Manhattan, teaching literature to my senior class, when the emergency vehicles began to pass by...a never-ending scream of sirens.

I'll never forget...