death
October 2008 
Life attatched
Posted on Jun 26th, 2008
by 
Shanti
Shanti
Puppet girl
Please pull my strings
carefully attatched
to the essence of me.
Dance
as if you were free.
Broken open; pretending reality,
Tell me How does it feel?
Dream of me,
sing me songs of lost sleep,
banging my head
against all I beleive.
flesh and bone, fragile,
show me what does life mean?
As if I really will die here,
How could this be?
Please pull my strings
carefully attatched
to the essence of me.
Dance
as if you were free.
Broken open; pretending reality,
Tell me How does it feel?
Dream of me,
sing me songs of lost sleep,
banging my head
against all I beleive.
flesh and bone, fragile,
show me what does life mean?
As if I really will die here,
How could this be?
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Hi Shanti. This poem feels like a cry from the heart, strings attached to essence read as quite feasable, surprisingly - I liked that touch!!!!
This is a great big YES!
Life is boundless within the bounderies, eternity exists in a moment and we dance as the puppet on strings, while we pull the strings to dance.
I'm with you in this dream!
Thanks Gail. There is a theory that the whole universe is made of strings
(no wonder I feel so attatched. :0)
Doug, Yes We are All connected !
Puppets and puppeteers are meaningless with out the other.
And then somehow theres just ONE ?
We are the puppets and fate the puppeteer
This is not a metaphor, but a truth sincere
On this stage, fate for sometime our moves steer
Into the chest of non-existence, one by one disappear. -Khayam
Thanks for the quote Aditya is that Omar Khayam
or some other clever mystic I don't yet know of?
I like it's flow.