Wednesday, September 4, 2013

WHY IS IT CALLED A SAND TRAP AND NOT A MANDALA



RECYCLED SAND
Never alone on my island
surrounded by seas of deep blue o’erhead. 
No shark moon to feast
on the thousands of stars that remind me
of all that are here with me.
I wonder how it is that even though I spend my nights
in awe and wonder with you;
why is it my days are spent in solitude picking up
mountains of trash
that wash ashore in my present?
I understand that you want me to write messages of love
in the sand;
a new one every day to replace the one the tide washed away.
But first I am alone in daylight,
tell me how the beach got so covered in trash and debris?
I need to be able to find the sands
of your heart in order to be able to write upon them.

© M Durfee
9/4/13



20 comments:

  1. why do we start alone, perhaps that is where we learn of the love we need to write those other messages...and removing the trash is our service that leads to love...

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    1. That's one way to read it Brian, but picking up garbage someone left in he heart of another kind of pisses me off.

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  2. all our lives are written in sand it seems.

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    1. Let's not be morose Charles, people still remember Diogenes and Plato. so only some of our lives are written in sand. Seriously you know when the monks finish the extremely meticulous work of making a mandala, work that is poured from the closed palm with precision, that takes two or three men days to complete as they mediate while making it. Do you know what they do with that beauty like the one pictured? Sweep it up.

      I swear to you Charles, even though it is not my promise to make for I did not accomplish the feat that made it possible, you will go on forever.

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  3. I like the way you've described relationships here.

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    1. Welcome Vanessa and I am pleased with your kind words.

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  4. great thought this...just the way it is so often...the day gets filled up with "stuff"....great line...the sands of your heart!

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    1. Thanks Gerry I just couldn't work a dry erase board in there and make it sound poetic. {;-[p}}}}

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  5. Great great great
    every word

    Though I hope you made this up

    Love
    kj

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    1. kj. seriously what is the matter with some isolation amidst the throng? Or are you asking did i steal this from someone? Nope not me, well i didn't make up the letters or words but i did put them in this particular place and order on my own.

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  6. Oh, I love this so much, every single line of it. Beautiful and sad...

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    1. Vesper is it sad to know someone loves you enough to every day clean the stinky yesterday leftover hurts off your heart and write a new love on it?

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  7. A beach full of trash & debris saddens me ~ Hopefully you can find the sands ~

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    1. Grace Do you love me? If the answer is yes then you have found the sand. I love you.

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  8. Beautiful throughout, but especially the close. Thank you.

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    1. ds, I am not all piss and vinegar only about 90%. Writing of digging through the garbage to the place where I can tell another (YOU) that I love them is a healing process.

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  9. There was a softness and tenderness (and a wistfulness) that I loved in this writing, Mark.

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    1. I know Talon, I think I was having an LSD flashback from forty years ago as I was writing this.

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