Intriguing write including the Unispheres so to speak. I have a couple of poems about Bones. I know you some Pryde Foltz but don't know which you would like better. 1. Ok, so one day whilst walking alone in the forest so fair
I saw a skeleton lying there
Interested, by the skeletons bones I lied down,
and possibly on my face may there have been a frown
Then the skeleton spoke to me,
Of course as you may imagine, I was a bit surprised.
The skeleton spoke these really odd words to me, which seemed so wise
It said “You know I was once like you, don't you”?
I replied “Yes that seems quite true”.
Oddly enough the skeleton seemed to go deep into thought then
and it said “One day you will be devoid of the flesh and blood too”
I said “Yes I know, so what happens then?”
“You will be a wise skeleton and to me
you will be a forever friend”
Thinking about this, I said “Well you know how it
eventually is, as in ashes to ashes and dust, so
even our bones will belong to the dust and the skies”
Ever seen a skeleton smile?
This skeleton did smile. Why, I don't know
Maybe it felt a deeper than bones truth in our words?
Then it said to me:
“Whenever you see any living thing,
please heed my wish,
and see the bones,
not just the flesh”. 2. This may fit your Macrosphere better theough. :D Social misfits in the crowd roar with their assent, the macrocosmic beings smile in assent as well.
The match begins. Dr. Phil begins to speak, the Buddha sits in quiet contemplations.
The match proceeds. The Dr's eloquent words touch many. Hearts are reconciled. Fighting couples, kiss, hold hands, the Dr is doing well. Many tears are shed. The Buddha, the Formless ones, make not a move, but the Buddha enters first state meditation and the Gods and Goddesses take notice.
The Dr continues the onslought, as Buddha enters second stage meditation and the ten directions are illuminated with brilliant lights the audience sees not. The Formless ones raise an eyebrow. Many Buddha lands, millions, trillions, start to take some notice. Dakinis dance and devas prance. The Gods and Goddesses assent, and play their music one more time. There is dancing in the streets of the MultiUniversal ones.
The good DR begins to hear the sounds of his own voice reverberating within his head, his head begins to split. The Buddha grins the Mona Lisa's grin. Leonardo is pacified. The Doc's against the ropes. Buddha goes third stage. The demons, bored before take notice. They break out the good stuff. Broken bones and knuckles for popcorn. Skulls filled with mixtures of blood and tequila . Their minds rejuvenated, they scream for blood, but the Buddha goes 4th stage, and peace is restored for all. The Buddha in this entire match did not utter a word. http://viragjudit.hu/dakinidance/en_US/
RE: Roll the Bones, Day 96 of the 100 Days of Poetry @d-pend