Clothed In Flesh
CLOTHED IN FLESH
Subterranean as moles
Senses a-twitching, yes
A juicy meal discerned
So, alive a while longer
Underwater divers, we
Cut adrift (sans scuba)
Need break the surface
Lest we quickly drown
Posted on August 24, 2014, in Poetry and tagged Incarnation, Life, Spirituality. Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.
Ben Naga 
makes me feel at home
in my internal sea 🙂
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I am sure you surface for air regularly though, or so I deduce from your site. 🙂
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Going where we don’t belong. Explore/destroy.
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I believe we came here to learn; many the hard way. Hence the need to resurface.
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My grandmother always told me a hard head leads to a sore behind. Trust me I’ve had many of sore behinds. 🙂
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Let’s hope your head has transcended the literal meaning of all this metaphor. 🙂
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Ben, I love this. There are times when it seems we’ve had enough, and we long to break through that surface at last. Ah, but then we realize – a few more lessons to go, just a little longer in this underwater/underground school of corporeality. Great metaphor!
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Thank you. I don’t know how or why these two got mixed up together, but somehow they seem to complement and even enhance one another, I think.
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