Poem -

things I don't know

things I don't know
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why my heart beatsĀ 
where death isĀ 
where you areĀ 
where I am
~~~~~~~
what space is
what time is
whereĀ death is
where god livesĀ 
~~~~~~~~~~
where you areĀ 
where you are
where death is or
how far
~~~~~

away?

M

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Jac Fables

'We are so lightly here.' Lovely Poem.

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Marion

Thankyou J...so true x

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Marion

Hi NE... so good to see you here. Thankyou. I have commented on some of your own comments on Shirley's work... Hope you don't mind but your thoughts are so similar to my own I was compelled. I would be interested to know what books you read. Hugs x

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Bernadete van d...

We know so little, don’t we Marion?!
The thing is, we know quite a bit of things that are not so important and know nothing about the profound and big questions in life.Ā 
It makes us feeling so small in thisĀ 
ever expending universe. Ā  BĀ 
P.S. Big questions here, MĀ 

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Marion

So true B... sometimes I think the ability to question is a curse ( Well not really)
but there might well be some truth in the saying 'ignorance is bliss'... our brains are too small to handle it all... thankyou.
Hugs x

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Shirley Harrison

Death is simply the time before you were born dear Marion, that's how I see it.  Beautiful my friend. 🌹 
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Marion

In my 'before' I thought exactly the same ... even wrote a poem about it way way back. These days? I only feel terror. Thanks so much love x

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Shirley Harrison

Sometimes I think we are being punished because we have the gift of life šŸ’œĀ 
others I think it's just political. šŸ’œĀ 

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