Here you are welcome

by onethuscome   Jun 13, 2013


Here you are welcome
here no answers are required
(Oh? mustn't I translate my
inheritance into words for I
have much to speak of?)
only that you might bring to
consciousness what inside
already you know..yea and have
known throughout

no more questions
no more foisting enigmas
on a world divinely simple
as you yourself are divinely simple

only the courage to speak forthright
to live in accordance with our true
and deep yea saying impulses
to love myself
(I speak not of vanity
and every healthy self affirming heart
knows the difference)
is required to nourish the seed
at the center of me

herein is beauty:
simplicity!
the scholar philosopher theologian
ask for elucidation and would vex
the world to make dissertation of itself
hears silence and waxes dumb or has
pangs of conscience losing faith

I will chant for you the song of the
world heard beneath the silence
and the chatter of hasty fits

I sing... impulse
I sing... this moment
I sing... my breath my blood
I sing... the world and myself in it
grateful for others that we might
benefit our mutual purpose
for I am not your end and you
are not mine
rather that I might be with you to
the end and you with me to the end

lift me up brother sister
you the listener of this chant
lift me up
be my help and I shall be yours
so near to the matter are we
in recognition of each the others
personhood

with tears
with belated conviction in
the possibilities of love and mutual
happiness
be now and forever more that
which comes most natural
say yea to yourself
show me
show the world your beautiful self

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  • 11 years ago

    by L

    Everything was so simple when it started with a question.. Then another series of questions came up that brought an answer to the first question. So finding the answer sounds complicated but it's a simple matter of asking the correct questions.

    Now this is how I understood when you said " I sing impulse" that you are trying to skip the processs of questioning/answering and just come up with a solution/answer... By thinking becausethinking doesn't necessarily is asking question, now is it?
    Or did I not understand correctly?

    As far as the gods and goddesses, hmm I only believe in one God, and I believe he has all the answers. How he has all the answers, I guess through questioning and experience?
    I haven't given it a thought

  • 11 years ago

    by L

    No answers are required? no questions either?

    then if there aren't questions and there are no answers, wouldn't that be boring?

    I think the part about the answers no required in the first stanza and then the mention of no questions... kind of made me think what would happen if there are no answers and there are no questions? and I think I lost myself within that question that I don't remember anything else in the poem other than show your beautiful self....
    but how can someone show their beautiful self if there are no questions nor answers? aren't the questions and the answers that build up a person?

    hehe...

    someone will tell me, it's so simple.. just read the poem and enjoy it...

    • 11 years ago

      by onethuscome

      I will reply myself.after going thru the exercise of "questioning and answering"everything in my life I've concluded that THAT is boring !trust in yourself is sufficient.as to "building up a person"by question/answer thinking I say thinking's got nothing to do with it but comes along AFTER THE FACT.so,I said "I sing impulse".I'm an advacate of thinking LESS.do gods and goddesses question themselves and SEEK out answers?What are they anyway but dream images of our idealized selves?IT didn't take questions and answers to conceive and birth us.growth from the very beginning...did THINKING forward it at all(let alone plant the seed)?our thoughts are a CELEBRATION of life...period.yet everything must needs be soo investigated to become clear,to become real to the Western mind.aye yi yi!anyway that's my line of (gulp)thinking.

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