You fill up the world with water

[NikolaiI]

This is a poem I wrote sometime last week, while watching the rain. It's the first poem I've written in a very long time.


You fill up the world with water.
It is life, and it flows
in streams and eddies.
but how does it flow?
does it come from the sky
or up from the earth?

does it go past to present
or present to past?
you deceive us,
for we see it one way
and also another.

[firefangled]

This is a poem I wrote sometime last week, while watching the rain. It's the first poem I've written in a very long time.


You fill up the world with water.
It is life, and it flows
in streams and eddies.
but how does it flow?
does it come from the sky
or up from the earth?

does it go past to present
or present to past?
you deceive us,
for we see it one way
and also another.


With this mind you should write one a day on whatever subject falls from the sky. Exellent

[sanam-ahsaas]

You're amazing, I've always known that though. I haven't wrote anything in the longest time.

[TheFifthElement]

These lines are just wonderful.



you deceive us,
for we see it one way
and also another.

[ampoule]

I like this. It's all in perspective isn't it? And what does that really matter? I am watching the raindrops hit my skylight now or are they jumping off, saying wheeeeeee?
Yes, write more.

[formality hater]

Very Good!

[blazeofglory]

This is a poem I wrote sometime last week, while watching the rain. It's the first poem I've written in a very long time.


You fill up the world with water.
It is life, and it flows
in streams and eddies.
but how does it flow?
does it come from the sky
or up from the earth?

does it go past to present
or present to past?
you deceive us,
for we see it one way
and also another.

Nikolai,

Poetry is what sublimes our mind. This really deepened me, and got me to ponder over things. Everything appears mysteriously.

Rain is something one with life. Imagine there is no rain, no water.We are the rains, metamorphosed in to another phase of water.

We are the rain; we are the earth; we are the clouds; we are the wind;

For all these things combined intricately becomes life

[NikolaiI]

Nikolai,

Poetry is what sublimes our mind. This really deepened me, and got me to ponder over things. Everything appears mysteriously.

Rain is something one with life. Imagine there is no rain, no water.We are the rains, metamorphosed in to another phase of water.

We are the rain; we are the earth; we are the clouds; we are the wind;

For all these things combined intricately becomes life

Thanks, Blaze! As always. That sounds very Taoist of you. I've been interested in that, recently; it fits very nice with other religions.