Material separation
(Sorrow for the rich, warning to those who would follow)
Copyright 2016 - 2020 Don Ray
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Errands, floor space, moving, arranging, buying, maintaining, shopping………………….soon the time of life is gone, and the opportunity to build the eternal interaction reality of Love is also gone, as we race from object to object, thing to thing, physical chore to physical chore, all the while passing by each other, over and over.
Even in the brief conversations, they must be about the
things,
objects,
maintenance,
buying,
placing,
arranging;
not about soul or relationship or touch.
And since things can be placed here or there, painted this color or that color, and since each of us has our unique perspective and tastes and cataracts influencing the colors we perceive, the things and objects and possessors pull us to arguments and anger, pieces of wood and cloth and tile and tin cutting away the time shared, piercing the heart of the relationship.
So few opportunities we have, such brief moments we are given, to erect spiritual constructs eternal.
How coldly and lifelessly the material possessors to which we give our souls take from us opportunities for the eternal, chaining our consciousness to that which is disappearing even as we grasp for it.
Copyright 2016 - 2020 Don Ray
Websites tend to evaporate into the digital ether. Feel free to print and share this page.
(Sorrow for the rich, warning to those who would follow)
Copyright 2016 - 2020 Don Ray
Websites tend to evaporate into the digital ether. Feel free to print and share this page.
Errands, floor space, moving, arranging, buying, maintaining, shopping………………….soon the time of life is gone, and the opportunity to build the eternal interaction reality of Love is also gone, as we race from object to object, thing to thing, physical chore to physical chore, all the while passing by each other, over and over.
Even in the brief conversations, they must be about the
things,
objects,
maintenance,
buying,
placing,
arranging;
not about soul or relationship or touch.
And since things can be placed here or there, painted this color or that color, and since each of us has our unique perspective and tastes and cataracts influencing the colors we perceive, the things and objects and possessors pull us to arguments and anger, pieces of wood and cloth and tile and tin cutting away the time shared, piercing the heart of the relationship.
So few opportunities we have, such brief moments we are given, to erect spiritual constructs eternal.
How coldly and lifelessly the material possessors to which we give our souls take from us opportunities for the eternal, chaining our consciousness to that which is disappearing even as we grasp for it.
Copyright 2016 - 2020 Don Ray
Websites tend to evaporate into the digital ether. Feel free to print and share this page.
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