Many people pray and say :
"The more it changes, the more it is the same."
They say they are powerless in this chaotic mess,
Without earning any sleep, any trip.
They want things to change
But they get only false arrangements.
Because change makes them afraid,
They lose hope into their goals as soon as their start.
Nevertheless the world changes
Nevertheless they want change.
Too much freedom, too many exchanges ?
Too many restrictions, too strange dangers ?
Each gives work, each gives honey
For New York, for money.
What's the point of asking from these people
The what could disturb them the least ?!
Shokin
The more it changes, the more it does not.
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The more it changes, the more it does not.
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Thank you ! Thank you !
Think about the world,
Think about the sense of our life,
About all the happy and unhappy events
About everything that you cannot imagine.
And you will forget your imagination
You will get more, much more, more than ever,
You will get inspiration.
And write such a poem.
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Don't forget the sounds games,
Don't forget your message,
Take your dictionnary
And you will write right.
]
I always preferred the stories about the world than about only one person.
I always preferred the stories which encourage our consciousness rather than our imagination.
In the word "world" you find every person, every being.
In your consciousness you find more inspiration than in your largest imagination.
A poem depends on the language.
A message can only be transcendant.
A poem is only a point, at most a body.
A message is already a vector, a force.
Shokin
Think about the world,
Think about the sense of our life,
About all the happy and unhappy events
About everything that you cannot imagine.
And you will forget your imagination
You will get more, much more, more than ever,
You will get inspiration.
And write such a poem.
[
Don't forget the sounds games,
Don't forget your message,
Take your dictionnary
And you will write right.
]
I always preferred the stories about the world than about only one person.
I always preferred the stories which encourage our consciousness rather than our imagination.
In the word "world" you find every person, every being.
In your consciousness you find more inspiration than in your largest imagination.
A poem depends on the language.
A message can only be transcendant.
A poem is only a point, at most a body.
A message is already a vector, a force.
Shokin
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babara
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Wow!! I like this...a great comparison!! :D :Dshokin wrote:
I always preferred the stories about the world than about only one person.
I always preferred the stories which encourage our consciousness rather than our imagination.
In the word "world" you find every person, every being.
In your consciousness you find more inspiration than in your largest imagination.
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Lac
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Re: The more it changes, the more it does not.
What a thoughtful piece of poem replete with meditation.! What do I say about changes in our life of this world?. We all always find ourselves immerge in ups-and-downs in life, and then we obtain instant happiness as well as fleeting sorrows. The world must change if it would by no means permit itself on the way to decay and our life growing a death.Many people pray and say :
"The more it changes, the more it is the same."
They say they are powerless in this chaotic mess,
Without earning any sleep, any trip.
They want things to change
But they get only false arrangements.
Because change makes them afraid,
They lose hope into their goals as soon as their start.
Nevertheless the world changes
Nevertheless they want change.
Too much freedom, too many exchanges ?
Too many restrictions, too strange dangers ?
A simple philosophy i can draw from this piece of poem is that I'am happy now, yet not forget my final minute of life. Yes, enjoy your life! You are totally unware of how your future would happen. Why our mind occupied and obsessed by jails of fear, sufferings,frustration etc...incessantly arising?
You are like the flying bird singing because it knows it has a couple of wings. Tomorrow is the future. Yesterday is past. What you have is your now presence, moment by moment. Dont miss but try to grap it with all your heart and the joy would come. The changing world does not bring you cheerfullness but only you can bring happiness to the world , more exactly, to the people around. The word "world" looks so far-away and sometimes equivocal to me. But the existence of real people is so friendly and lovely.
