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November 2009 
Life attatched
Posted on Jun 26th, 2008
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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.