Poem -

JUST A THOUGHT...

IF
ALL
THE
THOUGHTS
FROM
ALL
THE
LIFE
IN
EVERY
SECOND
OF
EVERY
HOUR
THROUGH
ALL
THE
AGES
THROUGH
ALL
OF
TIME
WERE SOLIDS
THERE 
WOULD
BE

NO 
ROOM
FOR BODIES
WE
EXIST
IN
OUR
THOUGHTS
WHICH
ARE
HOUSED
IN
A
BODY
WHICH WE DISCARD
....MAYBE....
Marion Price (2019)

 

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Marion

Hi Roy....im so glad you found meaning in it and an interesting conclusion. Agnostic?...I had to read it again to understand exactly what I was trying to say ..and yes in the sense it doesn't mention any conventional god and the idea of faith is open and personal to the reader. I was trying to convey the fact that we are so much more than the physical...too much, actually, to be housed on this planet if our thoughts ( our higher selves? ) were made of solid matter. Therefore our bodies are necessary only for this purpose...and as bodies are physical, they die but we don't. Which indeed raises the questions of where do we come from, do we exist after our bodies die etc. Though I don't believe in any conventional religion or man made god, I believe only our bodies die and I am a firm believer in something greater than ourselves.  The whole Ilife/ death thing fascinates me but as I have no
proof of anything I put the maybe at the end. Thankyou so much for reading and commenting, this is very long winded but I hope it makes sense ??

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