the mystery of life
the question is not "to be or not to be"
there is only the mystery of "a trying to be"
namely
a trying to be a whole nice beautiful human being
and this by facilitating, favorating en helping the other
in his trying to be a whole nice beautiful human being
life is not an empty glass
in fact it is a glass
slowly filling with drops of
a trying to be a whole nice beautiful human being
and when the glass stops filling
even though there is the mystery of life
because the glass is not empty
because everyone can drink your little drops of
a trying to be a whole nice beautiful human being
there is only the mystery of "a trying to be"
namely
a trying to be a whole nice beautiful human being
and this by facilitating, favorating en helping the other
in his trying to be a whole nice beautiful human being
life is not an empty glass
in fact it is a glass
slowly filling with drops of
a trying to be a whole nice beautiful human being
and when the glass stops filling
even though there is the mystery of life
because the glass is not empty
because everyone can drink your little drops of
a trying to be a whole nice beautiful human being
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Augustijntje: | Zaterdag, november 12, 2005 20:36 |
| mooi geschreven x! |
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| *anneke van dijk*: | Zaterdag, november 12, 2005 09:32 |
| I AM who I AM (mooi gedicht, maar proberen impliceert falen) namasté en espavo, Anneke |
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| Dirk Hermans: | Zaterdag, november 12, 2005 08:44 |
| heel knap verwoordt groetjes Dirk |
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| Auteur: Vandewalle Patrick | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sunflower | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 12 november 2005 | ||
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