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Originally Posted by RedEmbers
"We claim not to know".
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This brought up the line in the song 'Memories', big song,
made famous by people like Barbara Streisand. Anyway my
father was singing it not so long ago ..and he made sure to
emphasis the words
We simply choose to forget 
...Of course
this is always related back to our survival instincts and biological reality
but I'm not going there and I'm staying here on the mystical side. lol
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Originally Posted by RedEmbers
the soul always knows
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I wrote a little verse yesterday before I saw your post, it was regarding solar
eclipses, I have seen, or tried to see. Actually I made my way up to a pine
forest awhile back as I heard there was going to be a solar eclipse. Anyway
I'm standing there, slightly off a trail, marveling and gazing into the sky and
a jogger comes by, he actually stopped
and kind of looked at me and then
looked up into the sky and back at me, and said something like, "yeah that's it" or something and jogged off !!! lololol ***..i mean he hadn't a clue !
The perfection thing I have been looking at for a little while. So there seems to be many interpretations of the term Perfect
and as many deployments of the term and meaning. So if is used at all and often it is not because people seem terrified as well
of the word, I try to step back and see what's going on. I use the term firstly to describe a near death experience I had, where I
experienced, a love, knowing and perfection that I have never forgotten.
But I have to say it did seem OBE, out of body, and quite hard to square up at times with the so called goings on of myself and others in the world ? The
striving for perfection ? But perhaps that is the journey of such an experience. Hey thank you very much for reading my poem and commenting and hope you don't mind me
throwing down this verse i wrote yesterday. Kindest Regards Joe.
In the blue light
I walked on the pine trail
To see in the sky
The golden sovereign
eaten by the dragon
Moon
The Dimming went on
Till the birds stopped
Their flight and song
The mechanism before me
Was not Enzo Ferrari's
Nor even that of
A genius discovery
But the engine of the divine
Lined up in exact cylindrical
Harmony, splined beyond the
Human mind
It was there for all to see
Yet many passed by
Their busy lives subsumed
with their own cares
And joys.
In the blue light
I walked on the pine trail
To see in the sky
The golden sovereign
eaten by the dragon
Moon.