The Cage
THE CAGE
The days shorten while the nights lengthen
Then the nights shorten while the days lengthen
Then the days shorten while the nights lengthen
Then the nights shorten while the days lengthen
Setting up some kind of zero point or other
Measuring, counting, recording year by year
Offers us the pale illusion of understanding
The option of conjuring up some kind of god
Who created all of this in seven days (or not
Depending on your own preferred conjuration)
Meanwhile – or meaninglesslywhile – god forbid
The days shorten while the nights lengthen
Then the nights shorten while the days lengthen
Then the days shorten while the nights lengthen
Then the nights shorten while the days lengthen
Posted on December 28, 2017, in Poetry and tagged Creation, God, Illusion, Life, Time, Understanding. Bookmark the permalink. 31 Comments.
Purpose
or result?
And of what?
Let others worry
about that, since
doing so is,
after all,
a cage.
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No words.
Thanks for linking this piece to your site, 🙂
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Thank you for inspiring.
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In six days He made it all and on the seventh he lost interest.
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Six? Seven? Who’s counting?
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Yes, who indeed.
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Smiles… the Earth Breathes in and out… Lengthening and shortening. 🙂 Joy and Sorrow, Night and Day… Freedom and Prison… All depending upon which side of the perception we view our world from 🙂
Happy NEW YEAR dear Ben..
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It’s a yin-yang thing. Happy New Year yourself, Sue. 🙂
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🙂 and to you Ben. 🥂🎈🎇
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Thank you. 🙂
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Your writing requires all senses to open and be aware. Your thoughts stun me, Ben. Your insight would help, if you choose, that is..
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I shall respond.
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Yes, the absurdity of measuring time strikes me more than occasionally, these days. Aloha.
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And that’s not even the half of it.
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Our minds like to order things–and then ponder why we do it. 🙂
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Yes indeed. It seems we do. Some of us even like to write about it. 🙂
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And some of us like to make all sorts of weird connections and write about them. 😉
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It’s the OCD in us perhaps.
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😉
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It’s a mobius strip of continually waiting for the dark to change turns with the light. Longer terms frustratingly allowed. The dark doesn’t belong to the daytime when the outside is able to be seen. When nighttime is the drama queen . all the demons and creatures don’t need the trees to hide behind any longer. Looking out a window when the darkness is in control feels like something is watching . always watching. I think there is something out there. If it’s good enough for the X-Files . well who am I to deny the Truth. The Dark is often out of order while the daytime can be just as scary depending on how you see it. Enough said. My computer made me write this. It started talking to me and wouldn’t shut up & kept reading your text and mine and wouldn’t let me add an ‘is’ then it made what I wrote disappear. Back to normal temporarily. And how about you? ⚡❣🎶
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“And how about you?”
As you can see I missed out on a whole chunk (what a delightful sounding word – cue Miranda (Hart) and The Vicar of Dibley) of posts around Christmas – Wedding Anniversary – New Year. Over the period under question up and down but mainly up. Just busy treading water.
The old blacknwhite yinnyang stuff you know. 🙂
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it should be *add* an ‘is’ not *at.
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Sorted. 🙂
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👀⚡😊
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Waving back to you, Jennifer. 🙂
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I absolutely love this, Ben! 🙂
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I was happy with the way it turned out. Glad you like it too. (Morbid souls, aren’t we? 😉 )
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Reblogged this on Spirit Train Chronicles.
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!!!
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Ah! Life …
(And so nice to see you here once more. 🙂 I hope all is well with you.)
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