Conversations With Hune (Part Three) Poem by Eric Cockrell

Conversations With Hune (Part Three)

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if the child becomes a parent,
and the parent becomes a child...
is growing older an illusion?

does salvation denote
being saved from oneself,
or from all else?

is prayer something we say,
something we feel,
or something we do?
or merely the act of breathing?

do whales laugh at our ignorance?
do dogs weep for our fears?
do birds intimately know freedom?
if so, why are we
the 'dominant species'?

or are we whales,
dogs and birds...
and just too blind
to know it?

is the truth then complex,
or just so simple that it seems...
who built the walls between us?
was it not us?

if we could put god in a thimble,
and then took it out to look...
would it not appear to be empty?

is empty then the cup turned down?
or are we looking at it from the wrong side?
could it be then that empty is the cup filled?
and that fullness is found in empty?

is love then a returning
to what we never left?
are we not then the wind,
collecting bodies!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dave Walker 12 June 2012

Love the first stanza, it sometimes really does happen like that, a fantastic poem.

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