Hidden
The parts of us that we conceal
as well as parts that we reveal
make up who we really are.
Our eye fixed on that distant star
in dark of night that no one sees
and what we think while at our ease––
these hidden aspects of our lives
that we tell neither friends nor wives
might be more of our history
than what you hear and what you see.
We recognize that special sense
that some let slip when feeling tense––
an energy that goes unseen
during life’s banal routine.
It hints perhaps at inner life
divided from the roil and strife
of doing what the whole world does
from day to day simply because
it’s what moves our world along––
the business, be it bread or song
that we produce to fuel each other––
what we provide to give our brother
in trade for what he gives to us––
the “stuff” of life––the trade and fuss.
Our inner gardens we keep inside,
their harvests richer if we hide
them deep within to grow and thrive.
They are what keep our souls alive
to grow more bountiful day by day
until we choose to give away
all we’ve grown there in the shade––
theorems and the sonnets made––
all those thoughts and sounds and seeings
that seem to come from other beings
living somewhere deep inside
where they have chosen to live and hide.
These hidden parts that we conceal––
that through our art we may reveal––
these parts reached by our daily delves
into what feel like other selves––
these places that produce the yield
are treasure houses we’ve concealed.
So at those times we break the seal
and let out how we really feel––
sing the song we’ve kept inside,
paint truths from our inner guide?
It is not God, muses or elves.
We’ve simply shared our hidden selves.
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Beautiful!
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How true and beautiful.
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Just lovely. It is amazing what comes out of our passion. Sometimes when I’m writing it pours out from some unseen wise spirit. I believe it is God’s angel messages passing to man. Quote: Mary Baker Eddy..Science and Health with key to the scriptures.
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Share. Just not on Facebook.
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It hints perhaps at inner life
divided from the roil and strife
of doing what the whole world does
from day to day simply because…
These hidden parts that we conceal––
that through our art we may reveal––
these parts reached by our daily delves
into what feel like other selves––
Um, um, Judy… This one had me humming right along.
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forgottenman and I have just spent over an hour discussing the vidalia food chopper, looking at videos comparing it to the veg-a-matic and we both agree the vidalia wins by a landslide. He says it makes him sorry he doesn’t like veggies and he’s considering buying one for his sister. Ha. We are such dweebs. And all thanks to you.
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I have no idea whatsoever how this comment about the vidalia food chopper came to be on this post! All I say is true, but what relationship does it have to the topic at hand??? It’s a mystery.
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Wow – I have absolutely NO recollection of that conversation! Food choppers & me? Really?
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I know.
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That was poetic and insightful, thank you for sharing this Lifelessons.
-John Jr
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Thanks, John
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You are welcome Lifelessons.
-John Jr
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Just gorgeous! Good pick
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