Sometimes there is a point
in what most people say,
like what we brought here
and what we shall take away?
They seem to be right
only when we talk about a thing
but it is not true about experiences
that are the real essence of our ‘being’.
Thought is what we brought here
and thought we shall take away
this world is a learning ground
inessential details will fade away.
Word ‘Thought’ comes from Theos
after whom they named theology.
He is the real essence of the word ‘the’
and preserver of cosmic ecology.
For all the actions we perform,
the seed for them is the thought,
and experience that we accumulate
frames memories that we sought.
If the beginning was a thought
and memory is the end we sought,
So what is the use of ‘action’
an answer we may not have thought?
Actions are the resources that mine
the minerals of various information(s),
and using the mind’s concentration
we eventually reduce them to conclusions.
Concentration transforms the details
into memories and useful summations.
A real wealth if we could ever know,
learning about the truth is the realization.
So what would you prefer to mine
happy experiences one must say,
joyful memories and inferences
that we can amass and take away.
The elements of the joyful experiences
are peace, love, truth and togetherness,
not be too serious about ourselves,
staying free of fear, guilt and darkness.
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Author:
Max (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 22nd, 2022 00:47
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
(yeah how twisted humanity, can be
naming it 'theology'
when free 'thought' is outlawed
and blind obedience, a necessity...)
insightful as-ever, an illuminating read
thank you! dear Poet
I read and learn
That's a keen observation. That real purity of purity of thought and we seek that in bloodlines... Thank you for appreciation dear poet.
Thought is a precious seed to be cultivated and cared for, so beautifully expressed in your poem. What wonderful words to contemplate my friend.
Thank you so much dear Ma'am. That's so encouraging.
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