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The stoies whispered
the wind talks in your ear
you follow It
beg it to tell you the rest
It knows all secrets
life, love, happiness,
It says
to know the secrets you must leave all
never love,
laugh, sing, and dance
hate, envy
no feelings of any kind
Earths many secrets
wind Earths many voices

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The following comments are for "Talk"
by hazardsam88

I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but this poem is simply dreadful. What is it about? Why do you give a laundry list of feelings, then deny them? What's the point of that? What secrets does the wind know? How does abandoning all knowledge, experience and emotion lead you to understand and know all these mysterious secrets (about what? How they got the caramilk in the Caramilk bar?)?


( Posted by: Viper9 [Member] On: December 9, 2003 )

no apologies
thanx for your comments. i need insults and giudence if i want to write better.

( Posted by: hazardsam88 [Member] On: December 9, 2003 )

Good attitude
Well, that's a good attitude to have. I wasn't trying to be mean, that's just what I thought. We all need criticism to improve, and I'm sure you will.

Best wishes to you.

( Posted by: Viper9 [Member] On: December 9, 2003 )

Bad? No way.
I know that this post is older and nobody may ever read this, but it needs to be said. This is a good poem, and it make perfect sense.
It makes perfect sense to deny emotion, knowledge, and a whole crock of things that we think are terrible important if you just realize one thing: emotions and knowledge are not "What Is."
Before you decide that I'm going to say that there are no absolutes or that objective reality is an illusion, I will say that I believe strongly in both, but I must also say that I think that both are outside the bounds of our human comprehension. How can we truly understand the world around us except by objective thought and/or unbiased observation? It is essentially considered a truism that we cannot. Yet at the same time, we must also realize that knowledge itself can only exist as a colletion of baises; we cannot comprehend all things simultaneously at all times; the mind is incapable of this. It is impossible to consider something outside one's own perception. We are constantly perceiving, and therefore constantly filtering, limiting and therefore corrupting Reality into a form that we may comprehend.
In this sense, the only way that we may "know" the unified "secret of the universe" is by anihilating all differentiation, and therefore all knowledge. Reality is raw, unfiltered, unperceived experience; the moment we percieve or try to differentiate, we move from the realm of what is real into the realm of what is percieved. If we wish to know "all secrets," then we must abandon knowledge, ignorance, emotion, and to a certain extent, even action in favor of experience.
This is not unheard of, actually. I often refer to it as the "mystical experience," and I know that it is common to all of the world's religions of any size. I won't even try to explain it.
Anyhow, your poem makes perfect sense to me. We can only truly "know" by abandoning knowledge, but we are incapavle of living like this, so we're stuck with what is essentially the lie of our perception.

( Posted by: The Recycled Avatar [Member] On: June 6, 2004 )

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