Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Mind-boggling Freedom

A friend shared this amazing quote with me today.

When I became convinced that the Universe is natural--that all the ghosts and gods are myths, there entered into my brain, into my soul, into every drop of my blood, the sense, the feeling, the joy of freedom. The walls of my prison crumbled and fell, the dungeon was flooded with light, and all the bolts, and bars, and manacles became dust. I was no longer a servant, a serf, or a slave. There was for me no master in all the wide world--not even in infinite space. I was free--free to think, to express my thoughts--free to live to my own ideal--free to live for myself and those I loved--free to use all my faculties, all my senses--free to spread imagination's wings--free to investigate, to guess and dream and hope--free to judge and determine for myself--free to reject all ignorant and cruel creeds, all the "inspired" books that savages have produced, and all the barbarous legends of the past--free from popes and priests--free from all the "called" and "set apart"--free from sanctified mistakes and holy lies--free from the fear of eternal pain--free from the winged monsters of the night--free from devils, ghosts, and gods. For the first time I was free. There were no prohibited places in all the realms of thought--no air, no space, where fancy could not spread her painted wings--no chains for my limbs--no lashes for my back--no fires for my flesh--no master's frown or threat--no following another's steps- -no need to bow, or cringe, or crawl, or utter lying words. I was free. I stood erect and fearlessly, joyously, faced all worlds.
-- Robert G. Ingersoll (1833-1899)

Sunday, August 24, 2014

Beautiful Mess

beautiful, messy human being
life’s not what it seems
you climbed down from the trees
you grew, developed conscience

but there is no rhyme or reason
you are made of star stuff
the product of a hundred billion chances
beautiful, messy human being

the pressure you feel is imaginary
you can be what you want to be
the only one holding you back is you
the only one pushing you forward is you

in the theater of the universe
in the play of organic life
in the act that is humanity
you will sparkle only for a moment

let it go
live it
let it go
enjoy it
you’ve got this
you beautiful, messy woman