Recycled

[George.Wright]

from love and stardust we were born
and into dust we return
to rekindle again in a divine burn
the clatter of prayer wheels constantly turn
polygons of life breathed into the mesh
spirally controlled despite being made afresh
eating our tails and the word stammered into flesh
gazing in wonder as we try to pass the test
anything which can uplift we constantly yearn
life is for learning we constantly learn
what teachers we choose is up to us
why does religion make such a fuss
the stardust will crumble and re emerge again from the dust
tied together by mans appetite for lust
energy created can never be energy destroyed
it just dissapears into the black hole of the void of space
and reappears in the joy of a new babys face......................
Georges

[peter danielsen]

space makes you humble, the universe make human disagreement seem small.

Fine poem George

[lizzytysh]

I really like this, George. You ended up in such a beautiful, truthful place [not to say that the rest wasn't, just saying that for emphasis].
~Lizzytysh

[George.Wright]

Thank you for your kind comments, i was trying to encapsulate the whole ideology of our existence and how miniscule we are against the backdrop of the universe or the creator. To us however, the stage seems important.......... but we rarely controll our own destinies. Love is the only tangible (sometimes) pure force that is the driver.
Regards..................Georges

[lizzytysh]

I agree that love can be a trusted chauffeur, allowing you to sit back and relax.....take it easy. Yes, we do take ourselves seriously, don't we? Someone recently mentioned that to me in a private communication. So true.
~Lizzytysh