Humanity longs to be free,
not knowing the longing itself.
Humanity longs to be loved,
not knowing freedom itself.
Humanity longs to give aid,
not knowing to help itself.
Humanity longs to know itself,
not knowing itself afraid.
Humanity longs to be brave,
not knowing courage itself.
Humanity longs to be itself,
not knowing it longs to belong.
Humanity longs to love itself,
love is the longing.
a man long
can find here is search.
i agree with this philosophical line and you showed it so nice….
so much not knowing…
I like the positive, negative aspect of this
Amazing, once again so many truths uncle. Beautifully written.
I am feeling down today, life issues. So I will be short.
Anyway this is what happen to me with your post:
“Sometimes other people’s words are all we have. and sometimes, even, they surpass our expectations. ”
Send you my love
I long to leave a comment
Not knowing what to say
Thought provoking of ‘Humanity’ – well done.
“a man long can find here is search.” No matter how
I look at that…could you rephrase that for me, D!?
Not knowing, yes, exactly. Thank you for the nice compliment, tho!
This one is hard for even me to understand. I was still in shock at the time.
*It was written on 9/13/01, and I was still in a daze…searching…sensing.
Glad you liked it, Kokot! Good to see you again. +/-/= UT
Life’s issues long to be dealt with, Mariana. They can bring us down, sure.
Good luck handling your particular situation. My plate is also full right now.
I like that quote. Do you know who wrote it perchance?
When the Judge decides on a verdict…well, I hope he surpasses
my pessimistic expectations, and keeps it down to a simple warning
for the young girl who thought she didn’t need to go to school every day.
Tomorrow, at 9:15 a.m., we will find out. I’m trying not to worry too much.
Thanks for sending luvz in this direction. I’ll return the favor with the wind.
Thanks for saying something, without really saying it, Bindo.
Dig? The situation was grave at the time, no doubt about it.
One of these days, we will be able to say, it was a long time ago.
I also long for some free time on this computer, but for now I have
to share. Almost all of my older works are up now anyway, and I’ve just
not been able to get into the write mood lately to pull off something new.
Hope to be able to get out and visit with everyone soon.
Thanks again, hehe! No, really, I appreciate any and all support systems. UT
Thanks for stopping by, Island Poet! You are a natural, too.
it was very late uncle, when i read it… sorry for that. maybe –
A man long for answer
can find his search
or maybe not…
but again , it was all about not knowing, ne?! 🙂
You’re too kind, Dhyan!
Not really knowing you, I have to guess.
A lovely lady longing for answers
can end her search right here. 🙂
And that goes for Guy’s as well.
Sorry for any and all misunderstandings on my part.
oh uncle, no need to be sorry. not with me at least.
misunderstanding are one of the foundations of life, and more so on the internet, where we read each other from far far away, without seeing face and bosy, without hearing any voice, without culture background. it bounds to be so..
i am well. today.
Good to hear that, all of it, and could not agree more, D! Cool.
Whew…p’s and q’s get all mixed up sometimes. I’m a pro at it.
i wish there would be more of you. your kind i mean…. 🙂
finding you around here was one of the better moment the internet with all its 2430056749292032305 pages have game me.
2430056749292076538, and still.
Dhyan, you have left me dumbfounded.
I can’t for the life of me imagine what makes you say
such a thing as that. I like to comment as much as I
like playing a poet/tree at the same time. I’m glad
a few of the people I’ve met here do likewise.
You’re one of those, and I appreciate your friendliness.
That is a lot of pages…I had no idea. Cheerz, D!
of course uncle, i have no clue.
i do not think too much before i comment but it rather flows out.
it does get me into troubles here and there. misunderstanding there and here but… at the bottom line i like it like that…
… Humanity is a child, sometimes a lost child without a father or a mother to give guidance and Love. Wise words, Uncle Tree. I wish we could go beyond this stage of disorientation and find a way to reach… Peace.
Dear Silvia, I do believe it’s most important
to find peace within yourself. To be comfortable
in one’s own shoes, and to be at peace with the world
which looks for happiness on the outside…
this is a good place to start.
Thank you for the comment!
I long for more attention.
Thank you, Elizabeth!
Do I know you from somewhere?
I’m always happy to see new faces.
You’re welcome to return anytime.
I don’t think you do (know me), Uncle Tree. Although… I’m guessing Uncle Tree is not your birth name, so maybe we do know each other? Y’know, six degrees ‘n all? 🙂
Well, Liz (can I call you Liz?),
You have surprised me just by commenting back.
I am an uncle, but I’m not really a tree, no.
Since you are from blogspot, I had wondered how
you found me, that’s all. Is this another interview?
Yes, Uncle, you can call me Liz.
Another interview? I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean. Are you being interviewed by hordes of overly curious bloggers? If so — and if I gave you an impression that I’m one of them — I apologize.
I followed here from Mariana’s blog yesterday (quite an experience, I must confess, stumbling upon her blog) and came upon this poem of yours, which I really like. Is all.
So you’re not a tree… Drats. Hm. (Channeling Barbara Walters: But if you were a tree, what tree would you be?)
Kidding, of course. No interviews, I promise. (Though, of course, now I’m curious why that would be a problematic option. No, you don’t have to answer that.)
I was joking around, Liz.
Interviews are great, although I’ve only had one,
and that was yesterday. Medicated Lady drilled me.
Check it out on my home page if you wish.
You’ll read there the why’s of why I’m not a specific tree-man.
How Mariana found me I don’t know, but I’m very, very glad she did.
That’s where I found most all these people that I hang out with.
I don’t do politics much. But I’ll keep an eye out for you.
Thanks for the conversation! Your always welcome here.
Ouch! Being drilled by Medicated Ladies… Don’t know whether to commiserate or be jealous, frankly.
The latter, probably.
The Middle of Nowhere is not all politics — on the contrary, it started with a very different tone and purpose; but sometimes I just don’t know when to shut up, you know.
You’re welcome to visit and browse, if you have absolutely nothing better to do (yeah…).
I will keep that in mind, Liz.
Thanks for the invite, and I will come around
eventually. I’d love to hold your horses.
Just the bare truth. 🙂
Yepperz! 🙂 Thanks, girl!