“A PLANT’S LIFE” a poem Sept 12 2019 Thursday
It grows. We knows. in soil with water so H2 Oh’s the thing;
The plant goes AHHHH when, to the plant, our water jug we bring.
The plant feels THAT, but can not pat us on the back or THANK (us)
Because IT’S NOT SELF AWARE, so take this to The Bank:
As it evolves, it will REFLECT and sense that I AM GOD,
Until IT realizes, that I too am sustained in my bod,
By processes that are MY GOD and those things sustain ME?
BUT PLANTS JUST FEEL from them Plants do NOT see,
That processes here and there provide their water true;
Yet, what is GOD and who is GOD and what will GOD then do?
In INFANCY WITH “plant-ish mind,” BABY FEELS ITS MUM,
Providing love and nurture and wiping its little bum,
AND MUM AND DAD BE GOD FOR BABE,
And also Santa and other familiar fab (le),
But BABE, like [the] plant, simply can not tell,
The difference between Babe or Mum or Dad, but one day, Babe will get The Sell,
That ? neither Mum or Dad or Babe? is GOD because Babe’s taught that WE,
ARE SUSTAINED BY HIGHER POWERS,
And NOW? Will Baby worship ME?
ME, who is a process – one we THINK “we” know,
But, we DON’T We guess around, always on The Go,
Imagining (but NOT like plants) WE GOT IT FIGURED OUT,
But we don’t and NEVER WILL know what it’s all about.
In time then will said plant EVOLVE, sprout a mouth and say:
THANK YOU GOD OF HAND & JUG FOR WATERING ME TODAY,
And then a little while goes and plant evolves some more,
And KNOWS THEN – that God is The Faucet or [truly] worships GOD, The Store,
Which provides The Faucet or worships gra-vi-t- EEEE(y),
Which brings the water to the jug. It’s anendless cycle.
DONT YOU SEE?