A mindful of messages: how to condense them?
Wrap them up neatly; with a bow, and present them?
Times have changed; no body listens.
Get to cryptic; loose your position...
So, really, what's it all about?
It's about everything, and nothing:
No need to shout.
If they know the voice, with eyes to see...
The blind servant is who he'll be...
Does he cast his net far and wide?
No, he dropped it right off the side
And back on the breach they cook the catch ( sounding a bit cannibalistic!), is that a fact?
To eat the flesh, and drink from the vine, is certainly an offer, hard to define-
Does flesh and blood relieve all stress?
Everyman, under his fig tree, and under his vine...
A mindful of messages...
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 6th, 2025 08:17
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Wow! full of metaphor indeed. I have often wondered about the issue of eating. We only eat other life does that make us bad. I would say no as all is a cycle and some day something will eat us where bacteria or a plant taking nourishment from our dust. It all goes round and round. A good write
Thanks again,
I am not sure how this one sprouted... We are what we eat may have deeper connotations?
You are most welcome. I have learned to be grateful for every bite
Valiantstar, this piece moves like someone thinking out loud… layered, searching, a little playful, a little haunted. I felt that shift between mystery and meaning. Really well done. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Oooh, I can't have fig trees - give me the runs! lol. Can I have an apple tree or summat instead? lol.
For you Orchi, only the best!
I suspect.
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