i will be torn to pieces
sooner than i do allow myself
for i control not the waves
that peak and crash to my
shoreline existence.
i stay at the sidelines
and play with the ocean kiss
as i meet it on a safe distance
of shallow waters.
The sun dries off the moisture
that seeps into me
and lets me live safely beneath
her golden crown
for days on end
except today
I see that sheet of blue
in rage, pushing the barricades
of my safe shores like a tsunami
ready to take.
and i drown and divide
into grains of scattered sand
particles without wholeness
shapeless in the vastness
of violent blues.
i retain nothing of me
but fragments in a beach bums memory
and i become but a 'once'
and a 'no longer'
sandy shore.
say what you think.
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hey iphios
i can only take a metaphysical stab at this, ultimately we are more than "I" but all, drops of moisture, grains of sand, waves, we break, scatter and disperse.
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hey dave,
thanks for the read. Yes, we are more than just mere "i"s.
-iphios
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Hey Iphios
This poem is really one of your best. The ego or id or your true self doesn’t really exist. That we are more of a process than a permanent being. We are what we eat and drink. We are our decisions.
And to take this even further, what is the difference between what is inside of us and outside of us. Are we really separate from the air around us? We breathe it in and it becomes a part of us etc…
I like how you used the “I” not in capital form to enhance the non-ego theme in the poem. (Except for stanza 3)
A famous reply from a Buddhist munk when ask who he was " I am everything and nothing"
A very contemplative poem, Iphios. One definitely worthy for the front page
Bill


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Thanks Bill for the generosity in the praise. I am glad you liked it. I wasn't sure if this worked for other people as it has for me. I am familiar with that famous buddhist reply, for we are everything and nothing.
thanks again. Its always good to hear from you.
-iphios
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January 31, 2008