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LIKE A RIVER

  LIKE A RIVER  Like a river floating softly Into Ocean’s blue and deep There to dream There to sleep I wander Carried by Life’s  flow Through this Mystery I will never know Too many days my soul to keep Ocean’s view nearer still

In a Dying Sun the  Waters call Letting go Alone and One To Inevitability's Fall   
— Geremia, Apr 11, 2009

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Kailashana

Kailashana

17 years 1 month ago

Your *song*, reminds me of a

Your *song*, reminds me of a song, my dear friend Larry Epston wrote & sang: "You Know Life It Ain't Nothing But A River" You know life it ain't nothing but a river 3x whoa... you can have your point of view share it with a friend or two even if the whole world did agree there's nothing to hold on to in this reality You know.... 3 x desires are sweet fantasies a mind disease I caught it from a friend of mine who said it was God's grand design and that this suffering would last forever, I smiled and I said: You know.....3 x (Larry plays his harmonica) Does your hand reach out for the shore? it isn't there any more everything you worked so hard to put together has floated away it isn't going to stay...aay aay You know.....3 x How about smiling for a little to try so hard to seem worthwhile we're still in prison let's find our way to freedom You know....3 x (Harmonica plays) Are you concerned with salvation? thinking everything is lost ain't no use to holding on, not even to a cross, even ideas fade away, let them go so you can flow... You know....3 x Larry passed away suddenly; he was a poet, singer, sitar/guitar/harmonica/piano player, a nondual teacher, a professor teaching English in Korea, an inner-city school teacher, a lover of life, a peace activist. www.epston.com
Geremia

Geremia

17 years 1 month ago

Song

J.B. Longo-Geremia Beautiful, sad, and true... Thanks , Anna
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Morgana Tragic…

17 years 1 month ago

Really like this

Well written, and beautiful. I always love images of the ocean; my favorite place in the world is beside the endless waters. Ocean’s view nearer still In a Dying Sun the Waters call-----my favorite lines lol. There's just something simple yet emotional about them. Peace N Love Katie Go Live & Get Rewarded
Geremia

Geremia

17 years 1 month ago

Thanks

J.B. Longo-Geremia I too love the ocean. That is why I live on east coast of Florida.:) Joe
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17 years 1 month ago

A song a breeze

Longo. Try this as one to play in a mans mind. Water she is kind. She is the mind of earth and what she will do I have not a clear truth to pass along. Stand as a man I will be just me. As the current is strong to Invite to the end of your life. Listen as you can hear her scream. Now to the lady the sea. Through troffs to ride as taller than the mast. Then to play the game with her truth. She is mad and a rouge wave she sends to silence me. In the water of truth yet agian I find myself. Yet still looking at the sky The bottom of her is a pleasent place just before you close you eyes and pass away. From dust to dust and water to sand in my gray it is all the same. I hope this is not junk to the song you have written just me thinking agian. Steven A. Kacer
Geremia

Geremia

17 years 1 month ago

Splendid!!

J.B. Longo-Geremia Certainly not "junk". Beautifully expressed with many meanings afloat....:) joe
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

17 years 1 month ago

Chuang-tzu tells also

the story of seeing an old man fall into a cataract and come out safely downstream. Asked for an explanation the old man says:- No,. . . .I have no way (of doing this). There was my original condition to begin with; then habit growing into nature; and lastly aquiescence in destiny. Plunging in with the whirl, I come out with the swirl. I accommodate myself to the water, not the water to me. And so I am able to deal with it after this fashion . . .I was born upon dry land. That was my original condition. Growing up on the water, I accommodated to the water. That was what I meant by nature. And doing as I did without being conscious of any effort so to do, that was what I meant by destiny. (19, tr. H. A. Giles (1) pp 239-40) The highest good is like water, for the good of water is that it nourishes everything without striving. It occupies the place which all men think bad (lowest level) it is thus that Tao in the world is like a river going down the valley to the ocean. The most gentle thing in the world overrides the most hard. How do coves and oceans become kings of a hundred rivers? Because they are good at keeping low -.... Nothing in the world is weaker than water, But it has no better in overcoming the hard. Man is water, and when the producing elements of male and female unite, liquid flows into forms . . .thus water becomes accumulated in jade, and the nine virtues appear......etc All this from the book by Alan Watts "The Watercourse Way". Not written out for your education Longo, but for others who see. I just love your poem in which the colour of you is magic as you float out into the sea and dream and sleep and ...oh its a lovely poem Longobaldolino, thank you for sending it to us, we shall all want to learn from you how to float like that. Love Annuccia Anna above, I liked your comment very much too.