What if someone said to an embryo in the womb,
Outside of your world of black nothing
is a miraculously ordered universe;
a vast Earth covered with tasty food;
mountains, oceans and plains,
fragrant orchards and fields full of crops;
a luminous sky beyond your reach,
with a sun, moonbeams, and uncountable stars;
and there are winds from south, north and west,
and gardens replete with sweet flowers
like a banquet at a wedding feast.
The wonders of this world are beyond description.
What are you doing living in a dark prison,
Drinking blood through that narrow tube?
But the womb- world is all an embryo knows
And it would not be particularly impressed
By such amazing tales, saying dismissively:
Youre crazy. That is all a deluded fantasy.
One day you will look back and laugh at yourself.
Youll say, I cant believe I was so asleep!
How did I ever forget the truth?
How ridiculous to believe that sadness and sickness
Are anything other than bad dreams.
someone shared that poem with me and I wanted to share it with others as it is something that everyone should think about. At least for certain people it should mean something and touch something in them.
Outside of your world of black nothing
is a miraculously ordered universe;
a vast Earth covered with tasty food;
mountains, oceans and plains,
fragrant orchards and fields full of crops;
a luminous sky beyond your reach,
with a sun, moonbeams, and uncountable stars;
and there are winds from south, north and west,
and gardens replete with sweet flowers
like a banquet at a wedding feast.
The wonders of this world are beyond description.
What are you doing living in a dark prison,
Drinking blood through that narrow tube?
But the womb- world is all an embryo knows
And it would not be particularly impressed
By such amazing tales, saying dismissively:
Youre crazy. That is all a deluded fantasy.
One day you will look back and laugh at yourself.
Youll say, I cant believe I was so asleep!
How did I ever forget the truth?
How ridiculous to believe that sadness and sickness
Are anything other than bad dreams.
someone shared that poem with me and I wanted to share it with others as it is something that everyone should think about. At least for certain people it should mean something and touch something in them.
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elvis:
thanks for sharing the poem doll
analies:
I'm sick of everyone telling me what to do all the time! I hate my life! I hate everything! I wish I was DEAD! [pause] Well, no I don't. Not really. I wish everyone ELSE was dead.