Tag: philosophy

Tracks

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I have travelled so far along this train track, 

each station I’ve left and I’m not turning back.

Through field we speed up and cities slow down,

around me the packages of love I have found.

I’ve been on this train, for most of my life,

since when I first walked and bumped into strife.

For now I sit forward, but I’ve sat facing back,

my eyes cast downward, along rusty old tracks.

Those tracks of my years, in minutes and days,

they are rolling on by and yet not going away. 

The conductor walks through, at intervals now,

he knows where I’m going, just does somehow.

No, I don’t need a ticket, this ride is for free,

the long journey I am travelling, is only for me.

The carriage I’m travelling is empty, no door,

until I reach the conclusion, I won’t know for sure.

 

Original – DP

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I like to think I’m an original, but can that really be true, as everyone I have ever met, heard of, or read about is somehow engrained on my soul.  They become part of me, part of my thinking and understanding.  So can I truly be original when I carry so many others along with me.

I am made up of those I have loved, those I respect and those that have harmed me, they are like tattoos on my being.  They reappear in memories and wave from the future as a warning or confirmation I am heading the right way.

Great writers, poets, thinkers, orators and philosophers inspire and teach us and they become us.  When we listen to or read something that sits well with us, we gladly invite it in, we give it time and we find it has comes to live with us, it remains.

I am not original but made up of those I admire, those that have taught me lessons and those who have shone a light on my path.

 

Stepping off the Train

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Earlier today I wrote about the observer inside, in todays Nature Lessons post.  I’m still in search of this observer, well holding onto them for longer than a few minutes anyway.  I think I probably am the observer, well my true authentic self anyway, because when I’m connected it feels like home.

It feels peaceful and all knowing, my breath slows right down and I am somewhere not connected to my physical body and yet deep down inside of it.

Could it be the portal to the universe is in fact inside of us and not on some far off horizon.  I think we probably do have all the answers but somehow have become split off from them in our attempt to ride this train we are on, the train taking us through life.  The great train that twists and turns, stopping at major junctions along the way.  Sometime we need to change, sit in another carriage and sometimes we sit and wait patiently for the engines to start rolling again, whatever we decide, the journey never seems to end and our search continues.

Only when we put away the ego, will we find the observer, the one who hides and waits patiently behind the false self we have created.

Times I spend in meditation and silence are special, I pause and open up to myself.  I am connected, for however short the period of time is, during those moments, I feel I am at one with the universe.

 

Border – DP

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I think I’m on the border, with a new world just in sight.

I’ve traveled here so many times, but it’s usually at night.

It’s a place of joy and friendship, where only love resides.

A place where everybody knows, there’s no reason to take sides.

It’s taken a while to get here, the people didn’t agree.

With what I thought was obvious, but seemed to be only me.

This place is full of empathy, we look but we don’t judge.

Emotions are never buried deep, in piles of messy sludge.

There’s a pathway around this new world, lined with flowers bright.

Encircling this wonderful place, a signpost if you like.

We’re open on what we are thinking, we know that we’ll be heard.

That anyone would laugh at us, is really quite absurd.

But this is just my imagination, we haven’t got there yet.

I’m just standing on the border, trying hard not to forget.