Those who think deep,
Shall reap,
The best crops of the Earth,
The best nectar of Life,
For Thinking, is God's gift to us,
Miserable creatures, that we are,
Just made of dust, and maybe,
Just maybe,
A small particle of a Star?
I have great news for you Sandra (at least in a poetic sense) ! Speaking as probably the only ex-Physicist poet on the site, all that we are, truly all of us is stardust. It turns out that Woodstock got it right. Love this song... Well I came upon a child of God, he was walking along the road And I asked him tell me where are you going, this he told me: (He) said, I'm going down to Yasgur's farm, going to join in a rock and roll band. Got to get back to the land, and set my soul free. We are stardust, we are golden, we are billion year old carbon, And we got to get ourselves back to the garden. Well, then can I roam beside you? I have come to lose the smog. And I feel myself a cog in something turning. And maybe it's the time of year, yes, said maybe it's the time of man. And I don't know who I am but life is for learning. We are stardust, we are golden, we are billion year old carbon, And we got to get ourselves back to the garden. We are stardust, we are golden, we are billion year old carbon, And we got to get ourselves back to the garden. By the time we got to Woodstock, we were half a million strong, And everywhere was a song and a celebration. And I dreamed I saw the bomber jet planes riding shotgun in the sky, Turning into butterflies above our nation. We are stardust, we are golden, we are caught in the devil's bargain, And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.
Miserable creatures we are... yes we do not appreciate the gifts in life that we have been given. There is so much out there for us all at no cost. Beautiful words Sandra X
It is believed by some that our DNA comes from the stars. Inasmuch as we are all part and parcel of one mind-blowingly immense cosmic conglomerate, then we very likely are. Great poem Sandra, deep and thought-provoking.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beauteous Victory, Yes I was thinking of you when I wrote this. How did you know?