The forgetfulness of being
Beneath the skin,
the drapery and decorations,
we are all the same, they say,
all have drunk from the same source,
swum the same amniotic sea,
but why do some forget the tenderness of its touch,
the fingers’ brush so soft,
the whispered words of the waves
that fill every tree that has leaves to speak?
The meadow lies silent in the heat, and no birds sing.
In this silence so much is forgotten,
but your eyes have never changed,
nor your step that parts the faceless crowd,
and I remember that we are not all the same.
The Four Swans 
Beautiful, Jane. I think some willingly, eagerly forget.
I just posted mine, too, and I think though they’re different, they have the same feeling to them (if that makes sense). We also both had “drunk.” 😊
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Thank you. I think you’re right. Whatever suits them best.
I’ve just been to read yours and I see what you mean. They’re different ways of approaching the same idea. Are we all wired the same, or do we use sameness to justify what we want?
Drunk is a word the Oracle didn’t give me. Not in a written way, at least. But she doesn’t always need to spell it out 🙂
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You’re welcome, Jane.
That’s funny about drunk. The Oracle did give it to me this time, probably because you had used it.
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That is a distinct possibility 🙂
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And thank goodness that we are all — not the same. Wonderful poem.
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That would be truly terrible if we all behaved in the same way. Because it wouldn’t be a kind, compassionate way.
Thank you xx
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On any tree, every branch is different. But there are differences and there are differences. I don’t believe humans are naturally evil, and there’s nothing we can do about it. But it seems to be a common theme of those who need to justify what they do…(K)
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Often it’s by pointing the finger at the leaves on another tree and shouting, ‘what about….’
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What-aboutism is rampant. Anything so as not to take any responsibility for one’s actions.
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There’s the trial starting today of a 24 year old who zoomed off a motorway, already way over the speed limit, into a service station and killed a driver filling up his car, then rammed into a stationary lorry. He was unharmed, but his best friend in the passenger seat and his girl friend were both seriously injured (the friend died in hospital). He left them in the car and ran to hide behind the service station, where the police found him, in tears. He was oh so sorry. For himself.
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That is despicable, but not the first time I’ve heard of something like that happening.
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It’s become just normal human behaviour.
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