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Maybe we are molded by society,
Maybe dna?
To accept those most like Ourselves, Whomever we believe Ourselves to be;
Which may or may not reflect reality,
Accurately . . .
Is it a possibility?
Maybe we aren’t an actuality,
Rather an incarnation,
Jumbled biology and philosophy.
Trapped divinity,
Limited by our humanity.
Perhaps He is,
He was,
He evermore shall be.
What then are We?
Why must we define
For something to be?
If it is not named,
Would it really cease to be?
Energy neither created nor destroyed,
A pendulum of noise
Click clock, tick tick
Onward soldiers of this world,
Marching round this circled world.
Stomp, stomp, keep in line
Balancing, faltering . . .
Best be safe and hide behind
All the others keeping time.
Clomp, clomp, shuffle, clomp
Stumbling forward-ish through time
Careful, don’t step out of place;
Faster, faster keeping pace.
No, thank you!
I emphatically decline.
I won’t check out as I’ve responsibilities.
I’m here to make it better for posterity,
If they are even a possibility.
We’re livin’ self-importance in this sick and twisted race.
Building callouses ‘round our children
So they might possibly survive
This demanding world of egos-
Combat ready -
Just to be recognized.
Blind to the truth that we’re all the same;
Complex compounds bound in bodies,
Slaves of our personal equation -
Trapped?!
Don’t you see? Now I see!
Finally free to be!
What do you choose?
Will you choose Love like me?
Maybe dna?
To accept those most like Ourselves, Whomever we believe Ourselves to be;
Which may or may not reflect reality,
Accurately . . .
Is it a possibility?
Maybe we aren’t an actuality,
Rather an incarnation,
Jumbled biology and philosophy.
Trapped divinity,
Limited by our humanity.
Perhaps He is,
He was,
He evermore shall be.
What then are We?
Why must we define
For something to be?
If it is not named,
Would it really cease to be?
Energy neither created nor destroyed,
A pendulum of noise
Click clock, tick tick
Onward soldiers of this world,
Marching round this circled world.
Stomp, stomp, keep in line
Balancing, faltering . . .
Best be safe and hide behind
All the others keeping time.
Clomp, clomp, shuffle, clomp
Stumbling forward-ish through time
Careful, don’t step out of place;
Faster, faster keeping pace.
No, thank you!
I emphatically decline.
I won’t check out as I’ve responsibilities.
I’m here to make it better for posterity,
If they are even a possibility.
We’re livin’ self-importance in this sick and twisted race.
Building callouses ‘round our children
So they might possibly survive
This demanding world of egos-
Combat ready -
Just to be recognized.
Blind to the truth that we’re all the same;
Complex compounds bound in bodies,
Slaves of our personal equation -
Trapped?!
Don’t you see? Now I see!
Finally free to be!
What do you choose?
Will you choose Love like me?
Published 9th Jan 2019
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11th Jan 2019 6:35pm
Incredibly thought-provoking and introspective poetry! A wonderful mix of philosophy, spirituality, and science. As a biologist, I really enjoyed the science part of it.
The first question is a good one: is it this world, our experiences, and the environment which define who we are? Is it our DNA? Or is it something even more complex than that? Something beyond our grasp.
Spirituality aside, science has shown that both nature and nurture (our genetics and our environment) are important to who we are. My genetics teacher gave this morbid example to express this: let's say a mother had identical twins. One, she loved and took care of, the other she locked away in a room and neglected. As adults, although the two would technically be genetically identical, the two would have entirely different personalities, body style and development, and probably wouldn't even seem like identical twins anymore. This really speaks volumes of the role the environment plays in shaping who we are.
Contrarily, identical twins separated at birth sometimes end up pursuing similar career paths, hobbies, and develop very similarly.
Our evolutionary instinct to firm tribes and packs seem to cause us to gravitate towards those who are more similar to us, thus ensuring the survival of those with similar DNA.
Furthermore, a far as the spiritual part goes, I have no good answer. We may never know, but at times it feels there is certainly something larger than us at play.
Anyway, thanks so much for sharing. I quite enjoyed your writing here!
The first question is a good one: is it this world, our experiences, and the environment which define who we are? Is it our DNA? Or is it something even more complex than that? Something beyond our grasp.
Spirituality aside, science has shown that both nature and nurture (our genetics and our environment) are important to who we are. My genetics teacher gave this morbid example to express this: let's say a mother had identical twins. One, she loved and took care of, the other she locked away in a room and neglected. As adults, although the two would technically be genetically identical, the two would have entirely different personalities, body style and development, and probably wouldn't even seem like identical twins anymore. This really speaks volumes of the role the environment plays in shaping who we are.
Contrarily, identical twins separated at birth sometimes end up pursuing similar career paths, hobbies, and develop very similarly.
Our evolutionary instinct to firm tribes and packs seem to cause us to gravitate towards those who are more similar to us, thus ensuring the survival of those with similar DNA.
Furthermore, a far as the spiritual part goes, I have no good answer. We may never know, but at times it feels there is certainly something larger than us at play.
Anyway, thanks so much for sharing. I quite enjoyed your writing here!
