Listen to a reading of "The Forgotten Ones": And then one day we just couldn't anymore. Couldn't keep up the maintenance on our shouldn'ts and shoulds. Couldn't pay the contractors to keep building our skyscrapers of spin. Could no longer hold up the weight of a world made of lies
I love this poem: it is love, sharing and sanity versus hatred, domination and insanity Our choice.
I was waiting for some new poetry.
People often try to make great art, but true poets and artists know that they have let the art find them.
Thanks for listening to your muse!
I often forget you are Australian and then this, very organic, and mythical.
Excellent. Thank you.
Loved this poem Caitlin. Thank you! Who are some of YOUR favorite poets, your inspirations?
Poems present the very heart of our words. It allows others to taste rather than just observe.
Enjoyed that... I could almost taste the transition.
A summary of THE BOOK OF LIFE. This is how the ORIGINAL SIN is being redeemed - SATAN, THE REBELIOUS UNFAITHFUL HUMAN MIND - having spent his time in the jail THE HUMAN MIND has built for itself out of disbelief, arrogance and hubris built on LIES LIES LIES - the biggest one being it can become GOD, its own master and the master over LIFE itself! The time THE HUMAN MIND had to spend in ITS OWN/GOD'S JAIL to become mature enough in order to return to THE SOURCE of its existence voluntarily. Where, when, how and who is ALL IN GOD'S HANDS - THE SOURCE OF ALL EXISTENCE.
Although one thing looks crystal clear - THOSE WORSHIPPING IN THE SYNAGOGUE OF SATAN, THE REBELIOUS UNFAITHFUL HUMAN MIND NOT ACCEPTING ANYTHING BEYOND ITS OWN WORLDLY PRIDE AND MATERIAL BENEFIT - are not going to be able to see it and will eventually perish.
So much appreciation for your words.
Oh Lord, Caitlin! That is just beautiful, and hopefully prophetic. Forget the fucking odds; we can still escape The Cliff so close to which we've allowed ourselves to hurtle, but only by opening to the real Truth of things, which is magnificent, as so beautifully exemplified by your poem. Here's one that came to me in 1958, when I was headwaiter at the Oberlin Graduate School of Theology; something worthwhile must have rubbed off! (also, a link to a short discussion of things from this point of view). Joni Mitchell: "We are stardust; we are golden, and we've got to get ourselves back to The Garden."
He is our God and we are his people.
A kindly God who ever bends to place his cup before us
When we have not stature to drink therefrom.
Tears for those in sorrow,
Hope for those who despair;
He draws us ever closer
Until, at last, in his house we become One.
Bravo Catelin! You're on a roll. Keep it up! I'll forward to my list.
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Are the Forgotten Ones responsible for destroying the Georgia Guidestones? If so, I'd like to thank them and MLK would too for we are free at last, thank God almighty.