Buddha in an Acorn

This is absolutely brilliant with a beautiful message for all! Best of luck in the comp! I hope you win!

Thank you, Faith. 🙏🏻💙

You're very welcome!

humans lose sight  
of their magic  
beyond the daily grind—  
become lost  
in mundane activity  
once containing ceremony  
 
Yet, as long as we breathe. . .  
we are, and our design remains  
intact; just remember  
that sense of greater purpose  
you felt as a child—  

Shook up over you I absolutely couldn’t agree more. I just love this Ava well done Mamita 😘
Thanks for sharing
Jackie xo

Thank you, Jackie. 🙏🏻💙

Good luck on the competition🤗👍🏻

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This is truth spoken gently and firmly.  I love everything about it ♥️.  Best of luck in the comp!

Thank you, Luna. 🙏🏻💙

Very good poem.  Has me thinking really hard.  Keep on writing.

Thank you, Francisco. 🙏🏻💙

Dear A,

I enjoyed the comparison between the acorn and human. Interesting similarities. Also interesting to me is “ that sense of greater purpose  
you felt as a child— “ after reading that, I honestly couldn’t remember that feeling. Rather sad to me upon reflection. You’re right of course, it’s a self centered universe of a child but I’ve no recall. I think the last stanza is stellar. Now for the hard part of trusting so that it has an opportunity of happening. Brava! Lovely and positive way to start the day.
H🌷

Thank you, Honoria. 🙏🏻💙

It is sad if you can't remember magic or having dreams that you thought were possible as a child. :(

I still think a Users Manual would save us a lot of grief.

"but, circumstance  
can present an illusion  
of entrapment—  

as an acorn, entangled  
in a hedge—"

When I read this again with a fresher brain this morning and then focused on just it alone, the first association that came to mind was a "hedge maze".  

You're on a roll lately with stellar competition entries.

❤📝

users manual?
Jeez. I thought that that's what this piece was.
Well shut mah silly ol'man mouth.
Just can't resist my own transcendent sense'o'humor.
One thing the Buddha taught me was not to take my Self so seriously, (or anything else.
This has become difficult for me these last few years with Leah's death, and this slow decent into the joys of heart-failure turning my once reasonably fit body into a weak, weary, always tired, puddle-of-mud. In between outbursts of grievous wailing (no eXadgeration), I have to squeeze in as much arcane jokesterism as possible. Otherwise, I have to morph into just another Suicide Chump........glory be.

Thank you, Johnny. 🙏🏻💙

A user's manual would indeed be useful! xo

Thank you, Dan'O. 🙏🏻💙

The Buddha was very wise in that nothing is that serious. Hey! I have a poem by that name too! :D

Nicely put.  I like.

Thank you, Robert. 🙏🏻💙

Very nice piece,
but
the only porpoise (excuse, pleas!) I felt as a child was to play baseball. And then, as a young adolescent, football & basketball, when organized baseball was out-of-season. But we even sometimes played baseball in the snow. That's what I call dedication to a porpoise-in-life.
(Of course, "things changed", as well they should in subsequent decades).

I used to love baseball too, Dan'O. But they always made me play softball because, girl. . .* roll eyes *

Thank you, my friend. 🙏🏻💙

A spiritual gem A...perhaps one day we humans will become less parasitic and we will learn to live in harmony with this wonderful blue planet...with nature...a buddha moment 🙏
Cheers...Harry

Thank you, Harry. 🙏🏻💙

I am counting on it, my friend.

Like blowing on an ember from last nights fire
Great spill Ahavati 👍😀

Thank you, monkeyman. 🙏🏻💙

Love that analogy!

i enjoy this comparison of humanity to an acorn. and the poem really is spectacular. you can string words together like no one i know.

so maybe this is me being pissy because i've been cooped up in my house in quarantine since monday without the prospect of getting out until after december but....

i'm not sure that the comparison holds up. an acorn, left to its own devices, and providing nature still natures, can grow into a mighty oak without help and tending. even if it gets tangled in a hedge. it could still possibly fall to the ground and do what acorns do. humans can't do that. we might be encoded with evolution and the will to survive, but if a baby is left to it's own devices, it will die without help. and even with help, if that baby is raised in shit conditions the chances of it coming out as a shit person instead of a mighty oak are pretty high.

so anyway. great poem. truly. but it's hitting me and making me cantankerous for some reason! ha!

Hahahaha; the Real Cabin Fever Wives of the Midwest . . .
Firstly, I hope everyone is doing okay out there. Secondly, you can always vent here! I welcome the opportunity for intelligent discourse.

While I understand what you're saying, there are so many stories of Nature intervening on behalf of human cruelty. How many babies were pulled out of dumpsters or hospital trashcans to grow up and become inspirational speakers? How many animals have found human babies and raised them ( you'd be surprised ). How many severely abused children have grown up to be the most giving, loving people you know, dedicating themselves to making the world a better place?

Conversely, how many children do you know or have read about who had wonderful childhoods, and turned out to be serial killers ( think Joanna Dennehy, a serial killer from Great Britain, or Colin Ireland )? Regardless, I think every person has the blueprint to be a mighty oak within them despite their history. It just may not be the lifetime for it. Maybe it takes lifetimes to grow into one.

Some acorns fall by the wayside and die inside themselves ( hedges/spider webs/drains ); others are deprived of the fullness they could become ( squirrels, crafters making autumn wreaths and such ); and, others simply can't connect to the root system in time to survive a freezing winter. I've found them fully intact in spring, but for whatever reason, they simply didn't root ( maybe they were stuck in a web too long, who knows ).

Despite their fate, or lack of fortunate growth, they'll return somehow to the forest floor ( be it decomposition or squirrel shit ), nurturing the next generation of acorns via the root system of those mighty oaks.

And we all know we reap what we sow.

I may not have answered this right. I'm pretty tired this week!  

Serial killers> Now yr talkin'.
A fascination of mine as to how a human-mind can get to such a place as to do that deed --and repeatedly--
Is it a part of All of Us?
Could any of us become so capable.  I've always thought murderers have the same juice in their brains as we all do. But thru some infinitely complicated process we know nothing about, can lead to all of our (collective) aberrations, it becomes "easy" for some of us to go there.  "Hit man" psychology is another fascination.  Of course early environment will factor, but not as much as we've thought since "our beginnings".

Danny I was taught a long time ago to never put myself above any human behaviour. . .I have tried to follow that advice to the T.

There are a lot of studies out there in regards to serial killers, but I don't think they'll ever nail what pushed them over the edge; or, what triggers them to murder certain individuals and not others they were intimate with.

There can be millions of answers. Each with it's own ersatz "validity".
I'm not betting on any of them horses anymore.

Exactly. Even when we build something with our hands, we fail to understand the mechnisms at times.

Such a motivating and educative poem! I like its narrative and inspiring style. Remembering our importance is something that always deeply excites me and makes me a bit sad.

I totally understand that feeling, Aaron. It's bittersweet in truth with a lining of tender ache of our cyclic natures. Thank you for taking the time for my poetry. It's deeply appreciated. xo

Because the punctuation here is a bit loose, I’d recommend stripping it all out, as it’s just a disturbance if it neither corresponds with how prose is punctuated nor is consistent in itself.

Though the poem runs the risk of becoming an object-lesson rather than an imaginative work, I believe that it skirts this via the assuredness of your voice and the sheer perfection of the acorn image/metaphor. You bring to the philosophising a rare diamond clarity.

ALL of it? Event the colons preceding lists?

Yes, I would replace those with line breaks, but that's just my personal choice. I get why you'd rather leave them in.

I always appreciate your unique take, Jack.

Missed this when it was composed .
Absolutely brilliant, Ahvanti.  We are a universe inside ourselves.


hugs,
buddhakitty.

Thank you, Kitts.

It's muchly appreciated. xo  

Thank You for putting these words to my visual!!
Any and all Poets /writers are welcome to use my art works for your word works!
google images - schel harris

Most welcome, Shel.