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Presentation

Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2011 2:18 am
by lonndubh
No temple of gold
No pillars high
To present myself
Instead
Shrieking creaking
February trees
Tossing gold coins
Into the wishing well.
Wishing for what
Here I am
Here I am
This is me
This is me
The only me there is
What was it you wanted with me

The first red squirrel of Spring
Loudly leaping
From bough to branch
Here I am
Here I am
This is me
This is me
The only me there is
What was it you wanted with me
Now what was it you wanted .

Re: Presentation

Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 4:49 am
by mat james
Hi Brid,

Very in the moment. Sort of reflective zen-ish squirrel hopping "Now" !
Very "in the moment", like that gentle, soulful noise of water tumbling over a foot-high waterfall...and being lost in that sound...

I love those moments;
Thanks.

...and what about a question mark at the end of each verse? :?:

Mat.

Re: Presentation

Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 5:27 pm
by Gullivor
It is spiritual to me. A long journy full of questions that were answered when God (or what ever one choses to call the "nameless") reviled him/her self in the simple wisdom we as humans have a habit to complacate. Where as seeing "God" in everything saying "here I am" and "this is me".

"What was it you wanted with me
Now what was it you wanted"....is a humorous statement not a question.

Thats what I get out of it. Thats what I see. I could be wrong as to what Lonndubh wrote about but thats what I got out of it.

Thank You Lonndubh

Re: Presentation

Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 2:43 am
by lonndubh
mat james wrote:...and what about a question mark at the end of each verse?
I thought about that Mat but as its a question that I may be asking for the first time and the answer isnt yet about and will only reveal itself as the question is asked I decided not ;-)
Gullivor wrote:"What was it you wanted with me
Now what was it you wanted"....is a humorous statement not a question.
Probably correct Gully.
I may have been known to ask 'What the fe#k was it you wanted with me . :)

Re: Presentation

Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2013 2:44 am
by lonndubh
No pillars high
No temple of gold
To present myself
Only
Shrieking creaking
February trees
Tossing gold coins
Into the wishing well.
To wish for what
Here I am
Here I am
This is me
This is me
What was it you wanted

The first red squirrel of Spring
Loudly leaping
From branch to bough
Here I am
Here I am
This is me
This is me
What was it you wanted
Now what was it you wanted .