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[title] => A Story Of A Wave
[time] => 2005-10-06 15:53:52
[hometext] => Just an ordinary wave? Not quite..
[bodytext] => A wave in an ocean acquired conciousness just when he was on the rise While he was rising he had wonderful visions he thought how mighty he was he was proud of the way he moved he felt being very special he loved the way wind felt and felt as if he was riding the wind Then he became aware of other waves some mightier than him, some just a little ripples He felt less special, infact felt quite common he was sad and was breaking apart Yes he'd seen many joys and some sorrows All of this lasted but an instant Down he went and he was a wave no more What was he? What was he all the time before he was a wave? What would he be after for eternal time to come? Just a wave? A wave that was? Perhaps he didn't even exist at all! As soon as he stopped being a wave he became aware what he really was: he was a mighty ocean and all the waves and ripples were nothing but himself in all the glorious forms almost came to believe being just a wave, soon to be forgotten Being, not being special, feeling proud of achievements, joys and sorrows heaven and hell didn't quite mean anything at all. Just some words invented by waves to last them that brief moment they ride the winds. On the earth a child was born... somewhere a star was born... a galaxy of stars is being born... [comments] => 6 [counter] => 236 [topic] => 21 [informant] => remote [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 23 [ratings] => 5 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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