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September 2009 
piece of pie
Posted on Apr 6th, 2007
by 
mary
mary
a big slice, please
of time to be
here or there
and everywhere
in my wake I see
what will never be
music, photographs
and inky reams
that roll and wobble
as I zip by
and dear ones in my digi-place
are left to wonder where and why
as I string my guitar
and nurse my wounds
and try and try and try to pry
from the fingers of ONE
who will not divide
time into even one
more itsy bitsy teensy weeny
tiny little piece of pie
no matter how I pretty please
or pout or shout or bash or blame
the ONE in the kitchen only grins
and gives me the empty pan to clean...
LOVE YOU GUYS!
of time to be
here or there
and everywhere
in my wake I see
what will never be
music, photographs
and inky reams
that roll and wobble
as I zip by
and dear ones in my digi-place
are left to wonder where and why
as I string my guitar
and nurse my wounds
and try and try and try to pry
from the fingers of ONE
who will not divide
time into even one
more itsy bitsy teensy weeny
tiny little piece of pie
no matter how I pretty please
or pout or shout or bash or blame
the ONE in the kitchen only grins
and gives me the empty pan to clean...
LOVE YOU GUYS!
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I love it…. and the last line… perfect!
thanks! it is such a scramble, no? I feel like a slave to the machine. And not liking it, not one little bit!
relentless forces fragment communitiies, families, marriages and selves…
how to jump from this world?
into communion – the ONE…
where there exists no duality of master and/or slave.
no debt-marketeers -
into a place
where capitalism is girded by
a persistent will-to-excellence
on the path of a true warrior -
the path of the beating heart
where usury is a si(g)n of avarice
and poverty is unthinkable
not just collateral damage
in the wake of a feverish pursuit of entitlement
and a claiming of eminent domain
over our lives
through the vehicle of debt
and supreme objectification
we hamsters-on-wheels
with cell-phones
and insatiable appetites
for tangible anything
comfortable and soothing
stimulating and surprising
sensations and gears
of status and the power
to turn the wheels of others
to keep it rolling on
to keep it rolling on…
yikes! too much coffee!
hehe ;-)
mmm, I'd LOVE a cup of that coffee!
interesting, I glanced across a thread on pod some somewhere here in the folds and depths, (and which I've now lost, of course) about this very thing, overwhelm, not enough time etc etc, and I feel the same, have felt it for some months now.. unless I literally take myself away, to some 'designated' space - which I did recently, in England at a writers retreat.
Oh bliss.
BUT oh Hell, it opened up a vein of STUFF – bits of me that I had trodden on, forgotten about, ignored in my frenzy to 'keep up' with everything…
I know we are all One etc,
and I see how perhaps I do not always nourish myself in silence, in saying 'no' to all those emails that feel they just have to be answered, or all those interesting blogs that feel they just have to be commented on, not to mention the practicals of life, which right now do seem to take up more time than life itself.
What am I saying dear Mary?
That I love you!
Sandra