Noodlesflyhigh
07-26-2007, 10:14 PM
If you like poetry, here is a poem that I really enjoyed...
Before you know what kindness really is you must lose things...
Feel the future dissolve in a moment, like salt in a weakened broth...
What you held in your hand, what you counted and saved, all this must go so you know how desolate the landscape can be between the regions of kindness...
How you ride, and ride thinking the bus will never stop, the passengers eating maize and chicken will stare out the window forever...
Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness, you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho lies dead by the side of the road...
You must see how this could be you, he was too someone who journeyed through the night with plans and the simple breath that kept him alive...
Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside, you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow...
You must speak to it till your voice catches the thread of all sorrows, and see the size of the cloth...
Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore, only kindness that ties your shoes, and sends you out into the day to mail letters and purchase bread...
Only kindness that raises it's head from the crowd of the world to say "It's I who you have been looking for", and goes with you everywhere like a shadow, and friend...
Hoped everyone enjoys that as much as I did...
PEACE LOVE EMPATHY
-Noodles
Before you know what kindness really is you must lose things...
Feel the future dissolve in a moment, like salt in a weakened broth...
What you held in your hand, what you counted and saved, all this must go so you know how desolate the landscape can be between the regions of kindness...
How you ride, and ride thinking the bus will never stop, the passengers eating maize and chicken will stare out the window forever...
Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness, you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho lies dead by the side of the road...
You must see how this could be you, he was too someone who journeyed through the night with plans and the simple breath that kept him alive...
Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside, you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow...
You must speak to it till your voice catches the thread of all sorrows, and see the size of the cloth...
Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore, only kindness that ties your shoes, and sends you out into the day to mail letters and purchase bread...
Only kindness that raises it's head from the crowd of the world to say "It's I who you have been looking for", and goes with you everywhere like a shadow, and friend...
Hoped everyone enjoys that as much as I did...
PEACE LOVE EMPATHY
-Noodles