Poem -
Scope
Scope.
Scope
of existence,
reality.
Personal
reality.
Like
fish
in a
pond.
No
concept
of the
whole.
Of what’s
around.
Living
in slice,
a pond.
Instincts
created,
adjusted.
Adjusted
for the
pond.
Derived
in the
pond.
Unaware
of the
grander
scope.
Slice.
Slice
of a
larger
whole.
Self
impressed.
Big fish
in a
little pond.
Mere
minnows
in the
void!
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Comments
Amen Brother!!....I often see us as EXACTLY what this piece proports.....we are fish in a bowl......makes me wonder who's living room aquarium we are displayed in !!.......PINNED......LOVE your stuff my friend.....keep 'em comin' JOHN!!.......Bravo!!........LOVE & ROCKETS!!......T xo : )
Thank you kindly Tony
I believe our understanding is as a minnow, but I believe our worth is beyond measure to our creator. nice write!
Thank you Jim. I often wonder how the creator of the infinite could create something as insignificant as humanity. I came to the conclusion we must be a work in progress, evolving to something befitting the creator’s time and effort.
people create wonderful things but watching and helping their children develop is more wonderful!....really they are His spirit children whom have the capacity to develop into masters of the universe which is worth His time..children are of great worth!
Fabulous read. When you try and consider the sheer size of the universe, we truly are a small smidgen in the great vastness of space. I loved how small you made us feel here. Brilliant inkÂ
Gwen :)
Thank you Gwen,
JP