Disguised By Design
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Born again beats dying again by design.
The seed born out of life has every intention of dying.
It didn’t really like its current life anyway.
Longing to bury itself
in the hidden depths for want of new beginnings,
the kernel willed itself to fall, and no one thought of it as suicidal.
Everyone knows that death for the seed is a blessing in disguise.
Only the seed had to wonder,
“How many times must I go through this?”
The memories of its past lives seemed awfully similar.
Vaguely, but certainly, they all resembled this one, his present life.
The cycle didn’t point to anything, which seemed to say,
there was no place to go.
Divine intervention had everything going in circles, spinning away
with some well-disguised purpose in mind, God’s mind.
The seed had a mind to get off the merry-go-round once and for all.
Of these disguised blessings, he’d had enough, or so he thought.
He wasn’t getting any younger, you know.
This unknown heavenly process had a will of its own, God’s will.
But the seed felt the need to question his own free will:
“When God dies, maybe I’ll finally find out if I’m in His will.
If there is a naked sacred blessing by design,
that’s when I’ll know, and that’s when I’ll finally get it.
Then my will will be the only one, and I’ll become God myself.
Is this what it’s all about? Is this why I must die over and over?
Is that what I’m waiting for?
Do I really have an inborn wish to be the Almighty God?”
This is where the seed got stuck, and Time waited for him alone,
just him.
Then it happened.
The seed forgot himself completely,
which allowed Time to go on for everybody else,
as you can see for yourself.
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October 16, 2009 at 1:25 pm
liked this a lot!
LIKED THIS A LOT!
LOVED THIS!
so this is what’s going on in the mind of our seed… YES! when we find out about our free will we get off the wheel…
and we become god… not OVER all… but IN all…
namaste!
October 16, 2009 at 6:35 pm
“Then it happened. The seed forgot himself completely…”
Yes! Love this piece. A wonderful take on the old struggle.
A seed must die. Then there is life.
Great writing, Tree.
–Pearl
October 16, 2009 at 9:56 pm
you shiver me timbers uncle tree.
from blankets and beer to the seeds of life
and death and life and you do it in a way
that comforts my soul.
thank you
derek
October 16, 2009 at 11:28 pm
That’s a wild and wooly comment, HB. Thank you!
I’m thrilled to know you not only liked, but loved it, too.
Being sort of a pantheist…in or over, up or down,
in front or behind, above or below…well, if I were God,
I’d think I’d have them all covered. Or, perhaps veiled. Yes!
If I had to guess, I’d say you, yourself, are from the East.
But I’m not a prophet, so I have no need to make assumptions.
Bless you nameless being! We’ll all be hallowed together someday.
October 16, 2009 at 11:59 pm
I thought of you after I wrote this piece this morning, Pearl.
At work, I was a space case for at least a couple of hours.
Although, it’s not that out of the ordinary for a man who has
his head in the clouds most of the time anyway.
I will tell you that this was inspired by Dostoevsky’s “The Possessed”.
I finished reading it about a week ago, and it was still fresh on my mind.
He clearly defines the old struggle between atheist, agnostics, and
born-again true believers. Talk about questioning one’s faith! That’s
what’s been rummaging around my brain, and why I haven’t written lately.
You know what I’m talking about, and that’s why I’m glad
to have met you, too. I had my doubts…again!…so…
I’m happy to know you liked it. I thank you for your support!
October 17, 2009 at 12:31 am
You found this comforting, Derek?
I would figure that most folks would be made to feel uncomfortable
asking themselves these questions or plundering through these depths.
Good for you then! You can see I have no idea as to what I’m capable of
producing when it comes to effects. But you, I know, are an artist.
So I’ll graciously take you at your word, this time and the next.
P.S. According to Frankenstein,
Hell is a shivery cold place. Catch my drift?
October 17, 2009 at 12:46 am
Nirvana.
October 17, 2009 at 9:05 am
“Come
as you are
as you were
as I want you to be
as a friend…” indeed, Val!
October 17, 2009 at 11:52 am
It is a thoughtful piece but begs the question are you ready for the answer….really?
October 17, 2009 at 12:33 pm
Hey, Mark! I’ve never understood that phrase,
“begs the question”. Who is the beggar in that regard?
As far as answers go, I’ve never met one
that didn’t beg for more questions. Isn’t that how it goes?
Even if for once I got The Truth and The Answer,
both at the same time, Divine Forgetfulness would still pull it’s trick
eventually. It’s happened to me before…many times.
If ever I re-member correctly and precisely, I’ll be sure to let you know.
Pronto
October 17, 2009 at 4:38 pm
..
Heedless of the unconquerable soul,
the seed, too long, has hearkened
to the dark pessimism of “dust-thou-art.”
In Time,
gone will be the burial longing,
gone the sorrow of parting,
gone the taint of memories,
gone the disguises,
gone the relativity of birth and death,
gone the shell.
In One moment,
Freedom!
The seed has but to will it.
October 17, 2009 at 5:14 pm
Hope you don’t mind me playing with your words Keith.
I couldn’t resist.
b
October 17, 2009 at 6:51 pm
When I read your reply to Pearl, Unc, I kinda felt what it’s like to be you writing such an essential piece. There is comfort in it in a telling kind of way. The most telling line for me:-
‘When God dies, maybe I’ll finally find out if I’m in His will.’
I never cease to be amazed with your word-weavings,
October 18, 2009 at 9:55 am
I don’t mind at all, Bonnie. In fact, I quite like it!
Allow me to elaborate, if you will. Lettuce play:
Gone, gone, gone…as if, Life proceeds through the process
of dying one little death after another, and another, and another.
Attrition being a built-in attribute by which we shed that which is false,
and no longer necessary. No longer weighed down by a multitude of
untruths, we lighten up, and the lose the heavy burdens that for so
long binded us to the chain of events beyond our personal control.
In the end, the seed comes to a new understanding of earthly
responsibilities. He sees the divine need of surrendering that which
was once wholly, and completely his own: his duty. Handing down
the legacy he so carefully built up throughout his lifetime, he loses
strength, and his unfulfilled dreams and wishes slip and drop down,
down, down into the hands of the next generation of seed bearers.
There will be no timeout, for that which freely falls to the newborn
is lovingly irresistible, inherently good, and shall be taken up in haste.
October 18, 2009 at 10:37 am
Everlasting love, Ed.
“Echoes Of The Evergreen’s Emanations”
.
The essence of the essential evidently eliminates evil in The End.
October 18, 2009 at 11:01 am
Thanks for joining in the fray, my friend!
So you think it was essential that I add a piece such as this
to my revolving repertoire? I made pretend I made myself believe
in this for a moment, in order that I might step into another man’s shoes.
Reincarnation is but a concept to me.
But as you know, there is another one
that is more dear to my royal, loyal heart.
.
The line you picked out? Only an innocent child could say that.
Perhaps, I should let him speak through me more often.
I am soothed and comforted by the fact that you like
the words bleeding forth from my tell-tale heart.
October 18, 2009 at 2:00 pm
what else is there in your heart and mind that you haven’t written yet? i’d be amaze endlessly wondering why i do not have such gift of words.. this one is beautifully made by an old tree who obviously saw too many seeds that has grown to become seeds again… so i no longer wonder about the magic of deep intelligence in here. after every ending there’s a new beginning, tears are always being wiped away by smiles, life after every death, joy after sadness, a lot more
and
a rainbow after the rain
just there up above you uncle tree.
hugs!
October 18, 2009 at 7:36 pm
Thank you so much for blessing me with a rainbow today, Butterfly!
I am fond of those promises. We don’t get a lot of rain around here,
so their sightings are few and far between. It’s great when they come
in a timely fashion, for they lift me quickly when I’m down in the dumps,
and allow me to lightly fly away from the dreaded mood of deep despair.
What else do I have up my sleeve that I haven’t yet written about?
Well, there is something bugging me right now. As soon as it crawls
on up to my neck, and nears my ear, I’ll grab my paper and pen.
No, really. Halloween is coming soon, and my mind’s been moving
in a dastardly direction searching for spooky lines, and following evil ways.
Did you read my short story, “From The Lowest Limb”? I’m thinking
there will be another attempted hanging, but this time it won’t be
for a common criminal. On the contrary, he will be…….oh, yeah.
Stay tuned! You’ll need a hug.
October 18, 2009 at 8:57 pm
its thoughts and feelings which ‘die”
as you know dear Tree.
Life is eternal, even when the forms are constantly changing…
still,
some forms seem to ‘beg’ for staying power!
alas…
the lass,
~ Kate
October 18, 2009 at 9:27 pm
Good afternoon, Katerina! A li’l lass like yourself
formeth a deep impression, and filleth it with love.
My cup runneth over so much my shoes are soaking wet.
A beggar I’ve always been, and a beggar I shall remain.
My little monkey here is holding a tin cup. Feel free to contribute.
Thank you very much! You’re the best! You have my blessing. Luvz, UT
October 19, 2009 at 12:09 am
no coins for your cup,
dearest
something much better …
j’taime UT
October 19, 2009 at 9:37 am
Oo, yes, much better!
You have lightened my burden,
and my soul feels renewed.
My spirit informs me that it is now
younger than it was yesterday.
What a way to start a Monday…
Thank you, Princess! Je t’aime, too.
October 19, 2009 at 4:05 pm
i got lost on your drift uncle, unless your referring somehow to you and hell, nah no way jose. me timbers are me bones and they shake when they resonate with cool stuff.
it’s not so much the subject matter but the presentaion that is comforting, that is what you are capable of.
October 19, 2009 at 11:06 pm
Hey yo, Derek!
Just wait till you see my next graphic presentation.
Have you ever read Mary Shelley’s “Frankenstein”? Maybe not.
Do yourself a favor then. It is almost Halloween. But, but, but DO KNOT
do any research on the book beforehand. No google, no nothin’. Okay?
The movies never did the story justice…and a wild story it is!
I was surprised as hell at the ‘real’ ending, and that’s all I’m gonna say.
October 20, 2009 at 12:10 am
you’ve sparked my spooky side uncle tree, i have never read it and it’s high time i do. i promise no googling………
i need a surprise ending about now.
October 20, 2009 at 9:48 am
You will be amazed all the way through it, my friend. N-joy!
October 21, 2009 at 11:45 am
Hmmm….whats all this focus on mortality about UT ? Perhaps more so a transformational time taking a-hold from within ? Loved it.
And I love your header pic by the way.
October 21, 2009 at 10:59 pm
What’s it all about, hmmm?
Fear, Colleen, fear. Halloween, Colleen, is near.
I’m working on a scary story, so I need to get in the mood. Dig?
You’ll get your chance at a mid-life crises one day, too, girl.
I also like that picture overlooking the river.
Let us pretend we are looking out of my tree house,
because that’s where I’d want, and love to have one, if I could.
November 20, 2010 at 1:28 am
Seems like this seed is a bit hormonal. lol
I like the way you give nature these deep thinking personalities
November 20, 2010 at 5:27 am
Thanks, Kokot! Glad to hear you liked it.
You like my way, or Nature’s way of thinking.
Deep — good! Being very heavy comes naturally to me.
April 21, 2012 at 7:27 am
My natural, but incomplete allegiance to Christ is nothing to boast about, except that that, too, was given to me by the Father. Freewill would mean nothing at all – were it not for a sacred AND sanctified rebellious inner nature. This nature is defined by a certain feeling we all know and love – the human spirit.
Wisdom is born of the bodily flesh, and can only be gained through experience – which takes Time – which is why we (I) see Time as linear, and not circular.
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April 24, 2012 at 5:26 am
Thank you for the mention, Karyl!
But may I graciously decline?