Being

Being

A Poem by Gypsy

Being

 

How long has it been
Since I've listened to the birds
Felt the cool drifting winds
Tantalize my dreary being?


How long has it been
Since I've gazed at a harvest moon
Awe struck and mesmerized
By the eeriness of its glow?

 

How long has it been
Since I lay tranquil and still
In pillows of solitude
Enchanted by the calm?


How long has it been
Since I've sat solemn and alone
In the soulful breath

Of moss covered trees?

How long has it been
Since I've unveiled my veritable self
Immortal - in my nothingness
Reclusive to my internal storms?


It has been too long
That I remain in dissipation
Amongst this progeny of oblivion

Of living zombies and spiritless beings

Blackened and satiated in their excess


It has been too long
That I continue smitten with life
For my hearts’ desire

Is to blossom and thrive
In the beguiling bliss

Of just - Being

 

©By Gypsy
05/13/03

(revised 7-13-14)

© 2014 Gypsy


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Our Being is Natural as Nature

Nurture our true nature to be natural is not of man today
We know we should change as does the rain, sun and sky
We have become contorted automatons of science

He see, hear and feel our true calling
Deny we do even in our sleep
We strive to be better but not naturally

We wonder why all the violence and anger
Take a moment to step back and look at nature then turn around and look at society
If you can not see the answer to our disastrous path of destruction
Tis because you, like many, want and enjoy being blinded and cut off for your true nature

Technology ensnares us daily to further and further into the rabbit hole of individuality
We were and are meant to interact sociably for this is our true nature
Stop with your male-content judgements and breath in the beauty of nature

When you stop trying to be like the Jones and start talking the Jones
You will then have an appreciation and liking for the Jones differences and have some of your own
Until you stop being a solitude fortress and walk and talk with others
You will always remain confused and frustrated why you can't be like others
Your individuality is not a solitude gift to be silently mimicked

Look to all the diversity and simplicity and harmony in the forest
The trees may be different but their differences keep them together
They thrive and unless created situation by man, you oft do not see a single solitude tree in an open field.

I bet if you could hear that tree in the open field
You would hear it's constant yearning to be amongst its brethren in the forest
I see the yearning on you face that lives in your heart, stop being a tree in the field
You have the ability to be a different tree in the forest in happy and healthy harmony.

Posted 3 Years Ago



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Gypsy
Gypsy

Rancho Santa Margarita, CA



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