I still try to laugh, sometimes
But it’s getting harder the more
My eyes peel back to understanding
The way we cradle and coddle ourselves
With what we want to be real, to believe
Because the truth is revolting, condemning
To us, continually, as we defile the only
Love that matters, with our love for self
All the nonsense we embrace to define
And justify ourselves before a hollow
Empty version of nothing, that leads only
To more of the nothing that lies, writhing
In the final, permanent separation that awaits
Those who stand righteous in their own eyes
Excellent! 🙂
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Thank you, Carol Anne.
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I second Carol Anne!
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Thanks, Susi.
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You’re welcome, River!
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Nice poem. Ah, the lies we tell ourselves.
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Thanks for reading, Priscilla.
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Well done
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Thank you.
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Wonderful
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Thanks, Rita.
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“… as we defile the only
Love that matters, with our love for self…”
💟
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Thank you.
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Self focused love is never satisfying to love’s fullness.
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I agree. Which is why the focus is on loving and serving others and not ourselves. We’ve already got the “loving ourselves” part covered.
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Yap, a bonus, a great unintended outcome.
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It really is all about what’s REALLY important. We are bombarded with the notion that self-love is the end-all, be-all… I have found the more important thing is to give love to others, and the more I outflow the love, the more love flows in, so to speak. Self-love, and I know this goes against mainstream thought, is shallow and will never satisfy.
Excellent piece which has started a whole internal discussion within myself… this is one I’ll be reading over and over.
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It is important to realize that we are all valuable and have a part to play, but I agree with you. The selfish self-love being pushed is a poison.
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I believe that only afterwards do we truly find out what all those parts we play(ed) really were.
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I believe that too. It will all make sense in the end/beginning.
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We’re all going to the same place, where we came from, nonexistence, so nothing matters.
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Trust me, I totally understand where you are coming from with this, Mich. I spent much of my life believing that nothing matters, but I was wrong.
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So much nothingness, outside, inside, everywhere.
(Really enjoyed your book, River.)
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Thanks, Bojana. Come Looking?
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Yes!
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Thank you for reading it, I really appreciate that.
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You’re so welcome.
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A very wise and perceptive piece.. Self love only has meaning if we can extend that love to others… Your poem is a powerful reminder.
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Thank you very much for reading!
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💙🦋
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I’m looking for the “clap” emoji but alas…wordpress and I don’t get along. 🙂 Nevertheless, great one, River. I like the ending, especially.
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Thank you very much, Samantha.
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Enjoyable as always, River.
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Who is this and how did you find me?
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Just like any action star, I had to kill my way to the truth. Fortunately, for action stars, this has literally no consequences…
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Charlie Bourne
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You’re so right–the truth really is revolting, and only by caring for each other more than ourselves will we ever change things.
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I believe this.
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“The way we cradle and coddle ourselves
With what we want to be real, to believe
Because the truth is revolting, condemning”
This is so real.💜💜
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I appreciate you reading, thank you!
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Splendid lines
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Thank you very much.
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Yes… it’s difficult to believe that people believe they are righteous by themselves. Well written!
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Yeah, most of us have a pretty low bar when it come to what is good.
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“What Awaits” is a great title. It can pertain to many religious and non-religious persons. The first thing I thought of after reading the poem was the word Pharisee.
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Thanks, Phyllis. I think you got where I was coming from with this one.
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Perfectly put, River. Humans are very good at pulling the wool over our eyes and making ourselves the centre of our world. ‘All the nonsense we embrace to define
And justify ourselves before a hollow
Empty version of nothing’.
So very true. Well said.
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Thank you, as always, for reading, Alli!
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I many like your beautiful blog. A pleasure to come stroll on your pages. A great discovery and a very interesting blog. I will come back to visit you. A soon.
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Thank you very much.
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