God is Not a PuppeteerA Poem by YouoweYoupayThere was a time..God is There was a time When books were books Papers, ideals and ink But in our days A few ones could say Every one book is one little boat With paddles set And a darkness cloak For the purpose of your escape Not quite majestic Yet not so graceless Your efforts and your hopes To be one day So far one day From greeting living within The fantasy of dying From greeting olive trees That stand pleasantly still And allow machines To feed on the matter of their wishes With no grain of sound Or evil superstitions How many times have you been told To not come near a human mind Other than your own? Or else you'll know not how To eloquently write Or paint a wonder For your sight But with no other mind but yours, You'll soon engage In silly fights And bickers with uneven walls A philosopher is no physician, And no waiting goes in vain You fear your falls as if they were Manifestations in your brain, You think of thinking as a joke Or a string of a vivid dream, From which your boat will further steer But you once said, with faith that gleams All is what it really seems And God is not a Puppeteer. 28.01.2015
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StatsAuthorYouoweYoupayAmman, ..., JordanAbout"The Universe is made of stories, not of atoms." ~Muriel Rukeyser "There is no one more rebellious or attractive than a person lost in a book." “He allowed himself to be swayed by his con.. more..Writing
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