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The majesty of the trees are silhouette upon the night skies,


While a wind calls forth the choir of their leaves in voices gentle and


serene.


And the forest sounds of abundant life are surely their assembled orchestra.


My soul whispers I must kneel in awe and with reverence of the sacred


moment.


For how can I by such revelation not be carried to the Most High Holy Place


And in turn blessed by the raptured vision of God's Spirit manifest.



Soon, I am warmed by pillars of the Dawn's light through Trees now defined.


Voices awakened sing to me of humble rebirth and the gift of a new Day.


The morning's dew bids me to drink deep my soul's longing. I can thirst


no more.


Thus, I am risen to a beckoning of the Forest's tent and told I may


dwell evermore.


Suddenly, the Goddess sends forth Her Sparrow to proclaim me Her chosen


Child.


My worldly wardrobe is stripped from me as I am clothed by Her nature


Divine.



So are we all blessed


And so are we all One.


The Seeker's robe is gone.


And what revealed is but God.

"You can't write a chord ugly enough to say what you want to say sometimes, so you have to rely on a giraffe filled with whip cream."--Frank Zappa

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TGBaker wrote:The majesty of

TGBaker wrote:

The majesty of the trees are silhouette upon the night skies,

 

While a wind calls forth the choir of their leaves in voices gentle and

 

serene.

 

And the forest sounds of abundant life are surely their assembled orchestra.

 

My soul whispers I must kneel in awe and with reverence of the sacred

 

moment.

 

For how can I by such revelation not be carried to the Most High Holy Place

 

And in turn blessed by the raptured vision of God's Spirit manifest.

 

Soon, I am warmed by pillars of the Dawn's light through Trees now defined.

 

Voices awakened sing to me of humble rebirth and the gift of a new Day.

 

The morning's dew bids me to drink deep my soul's longing. I can thirst

 

no more.

 

Thus, I am risen to a beckoning of the Forest's tent and told I may

 

dwell evermore.

 

Suddenly, the Goddess sends forth Her Sparrow to proclaim me Her chosen

 

Child.

 

My worldly wardrobe is stripped from me as I am clothed by Her nature

 

Divine.

 

So are we all blessed

 

And so are we all One.

 

The Seeker's robe is gone.

 

And what revealed is but God.

Is this the one you had published?

 

Certainly "pretty" but also delusional.

. I like the fact that you post yours, because it inspires me to write responses.

 

Sense of Awe, By Brian37

 

How cruel you are

Evolution

To allow us to dream

Drunk on placebos

 

Looking at the pretty

Forgetting the nasty

Inserting superstition

In place of a gap

 

How strong this urge

To be lazy

In seeking comfort

To make sense of it all

 

I need not of deties

To see the pretty

And just as awsome

Is the distruction

 

A super nova, a black hole

The speed of light

Our bountiful emptyness

Between celestial bodies

 

That silhouette

Of sleeping trees

Rustling leaves

Against the starry sky

 

Impressive and inspiring

But what an illusion

For that same sky

Harbors hurricanes

 

The older trees

Last much longer

While humans die

Every day

 

Cockroaches

And bacteria

Outnumber humans

Exponentially

 

Divine

Some want to claim

When off this dot

We cant escape

 

Full of death

In all its forms

From disease to crime

And useless war

 

What a deadbeat

He must be

With folded arms

He watches our toil

 

I prefer

A natural answer

Both good and bad

Are merely what is

 

I have no need

For childish tales

Penned in antiquity

When we didn't know better.

 

"We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus -- and nonbelievers."Obama
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Brian37 wrote:TGBaker

Brian37 wrote:

TGBaker wrote:

The majesty of the trees are silhouette upon the night skies,

 

While a wind calls forth the choir of their leaves in voices gentle and

 

serene.

 

And the forest sounds of abundant life are surely their assembled orchestra.

 

My soul whispers I must kneel in awe and with reverence of the sacred

 

moment.

 

For how can I by such revelation not be carried to the Most High Holy Place

 

And in turn blessed by the raptured vision of God's Spirit manifest.

 

Soon, I am warmed by pillars of the Dawn's light through Trees now defined.

 

Voices awakened sing to me of humble rebirth and the gift of a new Day.

 

The morning's dew bids me to drink deep my soul's longing. I can thirst

 

no more.

 

Thus, I am risen to a beckoning of the Forest's tent and told I may

 

dwell evermore.

 

Suddenly, the Goddess sends forth Her Sparrow to proclaim me Her chosen

 

Child.

 

My worldly wardrobe is stripped from me as I am clothed by Her nature

 

Divine.

 

So are we all blessed

 

And so are we all One.

 

The Seeker's robe is gone.

 

And what revealed is but God.

Is this the one you had published?

 

Certainly "pretty" but also delusional.

. I like the fact that you post yours, because it inspires me to write responses.

 

Sense of Awe, By Brian37

 

How cruel you are

Evolution

To allow us to dream

Drunk on placebos

 

Looking at the pretty

Forgetting the nasty

Inserting superstition

In place of a gap

 

How strong this urge

To be lazy

In seeking comfort

To make sense of it all

 

I need not of deties

To see the pretty

And just as awsome

Is the distruction

 

A super nova, a black hole

The speed of light

Our bountiful emptyness

Between celestial bodies

 

That silhouette

Of sleeping trees

Rustling leaves

Against the starry sky

 

Impressive and inspiring

But what an illusion

For that same sky

Harbors hurricanes

 

The older trees

Last much longer

While humans die

Every day

 

Cockroaches

And bacteria

Outnumber humans

Exponentially

 

Divine

Some want to claim

When off this dot

We cant escape

 

Full of death

In all its forms

From disease to crime

And useless war

 

What a deadbeat

He must be

With folded arms

He watches our toil

 

I prefer

A natural answer

Both good and bad

Are merely what is

 

I have no need

For childish tales

Penned in antiquity

When we didn't know better.

 

Nice one. Yea I have a collection of early delusional TGB's


 

"You can't write a chord ugly enough to say what you want to say sometimes, so you have to rely on a giraffe filled with whip cream."--Frank Zappa

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Brian37 wrote: That

Brian37 wrote:

 

That silhouette

Of sleeping trees

Rustling leaves

Against the starry sky

 

Impressive and inspiring

But what an illusion

For that same sky

Harbors hurricanes

 

Slow clap.  I stopped for about 30 seconds after reading those two verses.