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the human errors of ignorance

Contributed by plous on Wednesday, 29th January 2003 @ 05:00:00 AM in AEST
Topic: oops

playing in the shop,
looking at the essence of a flowers beauty ,
strange it was, and something i could not find, stareing half blind at the shop window,
constricted i did know, and needed to leave,
some time had passed, and at my window i looked inward, what it was that had grabbed at me so, i now looked, not outside but inside me, for the answer, it was at the fringe of it all, a vortex or swirl, spiraling inward towards something of great gravity, of all the small things in harmony, together to make up the larger parts, the seamless ness of nature was not found in me, and that I knew, all of the little plants in their pots, growing and waiting to be bought, why did it bother me so,
is it how a human rates things and does not consider so, or the fact that it is for beauty that these plants now grow, what was it that bothered me so, and i kept looking, going in circles hoping to find the center of this glow, the reason that had reached at me so, but all was a blank and a reach into the dark, what of the plants that do not sell, are they of no worth, still alive i say, not for humanity to become this way, helpless and left to their own devices, i felt as if their was no air to breath, choking on this sensation, the worth of a mounting to a blade of grass, only if it was the only blade of grass or mounting to be rated, is it like this, is this how it is so,
it now became as much an undertow, the pain to me that is that store, wheir such things living must endure such.

Copyright © plous ... [ 2003-01-29 05:00:00]
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Re: the human errors of ignorance (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Friday, 31st January 2003 @ 12:20:34 AM AEST
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beautiful.......... i think i was walking down that street with you.........

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