Nothing
and
No One
is lost
But some are disconnected
like corpses
encased
where the roots of flowers
cannot
penetrate.
Nothing
and
No One
is lost
But some are disconnected
like corpses
encased
where the roots of flowers
cannot
penetrate.
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Tags: growth, hope, identity, learning, life, love, meme, pattern, poem, transformation, transpersonal, Wayne Turner, zombie

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10 Comments
July 12, 2009 at 7:56 pm
Perfectly crafted metaphysical poem of great beauty and almost sadness.
July 12, 2009 at 11:08 pm
Paul. I love you, man. Will you be my literary agent?
July 12, 2009 at 9:42 pm
A masterpiece, Wayne.
July 13, 2009 at 12:20 am
Thank you, Brad. I appreciate and value your response.
I regret being so unavailable for dialog here lately.
July 18, 2009 at 2:01 am
Many are like robots, disconected from their feelings, from the inner ones and from the outer ones too.. Nice and sad post
July 19, 2009 at 9:41 pm
Nice to hear from you, Mariana.
July 21, 2009 at 1:34 am
So haunting and sad — and great work. You capture so well the emotional pathology of the walking wounded.
July 21, 2009 at 12:06 pm
Thank you, Thomma Lyn.
August 5, 2009 at 7:54 pm
Excelent that is excately the best option. another one is that they are lost because they prefer not to see reality
August 5, 2009 at 8:36 pm
Hi Mariana,
Maybe, but I think the problem is more an issue of which reality we prefer. That is, we are all embedded, but we don’t all resonate well: out of tune. Wallflowers in the grand dance.
Thanks for sharing.