Something life’s experiences have taught me: seeing the world for what it is makes you smart, envisioning the world for what it can be – makes you wise…
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there are countless contradictions
in the elements of the work we do
and conflictions as we strive
but bring these not to table
for I am you
and you are me
and we are all together
in this constant labor
for our daily bread
and this toil to sustain the body
this does not feed the spirit
this is not our true work
to lift someone in need
to measure well in tolerance
to seek the components of peace
to create enduring possibility
this is the true work
in the final sweep
‘round the face of time
this is what the soul eats
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rob kistner © 2011
truthful words,
great reflections on life’s issues.
Love that last line.
I’ve really enjoyed reading the many different interpretations of the photo. Hope you’ll stop by to read my contribution.
this is what the soul eats….very nice rob…we are in this together and in realizing it we will subsist all the longer…
What the soul eats….love this Rob!
This is inspiring Rob. Beautifully written.
I liked this.
enjoyed it.
Yes, yes, yes… that’s the food for soul.. well done..
Dear Rob: Concise and purposeful.
for I am you
and you are me
and we are all together
Enjoyed thoroughly!
“to lift someone in need
to measure well in tolerance
to seek the components of peace
to create enduring possibility”
love these lines…such a true message in them
love every line of this post…
JJRod’z
Great Rob. Food for thought as for the soul.
hope you are well rob. nice again to see you at open link night…
…enduring possibility…
That is what keeps people going! Very nice.
nice spiritual reminder, that the physical may be important to live; but the metaphysical’s importance need not be so easily overlooked — and nor should it.
thanks for sharing.
I really like the “I am you and you are me”…the humanity…thoughtful write, Rob…
This piece is beautiful, and musical.
I hear the Beatles, and the blues.
I hear the din and the silence.
I feel your pain and applaud
your heart, that musician’s
heart in a poet’s chest, for
/this is what the soul eats/.