hell had all the answers
the music died away
there were no more concerts
no children to glitter and stomp
swinging guitars around
blasting into the universe
seeds scattering on the ground
the madness was over

life became simple
and hell had all the answers
life can be so simple
when you close your eyes

hell had all the answers
"the mountain is endless"
"climb the mountain" reverberated
"never reach the top of it"
"only the mountain matters"
all the people in hell
climb to the top of the mountain
their madness is over

life is so simple
and hell has all the answers
life can be so simple
when you close your eyes
--

When we are alive, right now, this minute, we hear the answers from the inner ear, we see the world from our inner eye.

How will you know when you are truly alive?  Do you know now?  I'm pinching you.  Are we awake?

love, blink :)

ok.......... that was hmmm.....unique!

i like poems to rhyme though :(

Good to see you blink.

Life is in the experience.  Its not the destination that's important, its the road trip and what happens along the way.  Hell in this beautiful poem is seen as having your eyes closed, having no mountains to climb and the chaos, and music stop.

Makes perfect sense to me...

Thanks for sharing dear Blink


M

Hi Spitfire and Matthew,

I know this poem could be a little hard to understand for some.  In it, hell is the life we live when we lose the ability to dream very very big, when we lose our VISION and our FREEDOM.  

Hell is a place with no ART and no PASSION.  

Hell is a place where a person listens to the beat of monotony and death.  

There is no need to CLIMB the mountain when we can FLY.

On this site, Bruce teaches us how to fly, how to listen to our inner voices and those of others.  What a gift it is.  

Each of us here has a passion to share and that is what living is all about, when we are awake.

love, blink :)

Of course, Blink

I thought you said in the poem that the people who climb the mountain in hell reach the top, and the madness was over.  That's why I thought you were putting the emphasis on the journey of life.  

I got the part about art passion and experience.  I thought it was beautiful.

I think we need a mountain to climb; that may be vision and freedom, but having no challenges would be hellish; its likely a reason we come here to earth.  

M

M,

You are kind to indulge me here!

In this poem, the mountain, for each of us, is the illusion of struggle and strife.  Why do we struggle? Why do we fight?  What do we fight against?  

Where is our real security?  Are our dreams really our own? Where do our dreams come from?  Who wrote the script for our lives?

The mountain is our illusion.  Each of us has illusions.  And this world and its nightmarish qualities which we can each notice at times is the greatest illusion of all.

Take a look at this moment.  What do we really want?  Where do we really want to go?

Love is ALWAYS the answer.  Love is the madness. Love is the passion.  Love is the vision. Love is what makes us HUMAN.

blink

I am reminded of your take on this now, Blink of Sisyphus in the ancient Greek mythology.

The gods had condemned Sisyphus to ceaselessly rolling a rock to the top of a mountain, whence the stone would fall back of its own weight. They had thought with some reason that there is no more dreadful punishment than futile and hopeless labor.  

So yes, sometimes the mountain can be part of a hellish existence.  I just chose to put a positive spin on it, and thought you meant that when, in hell they reach the top of the mountain, the journey and exploration ended and there was no striving, no creative force or reason for life.  

Matthew

wrote on Mar 3^rd, 2006 at 11:39am:

M, You are kind to indulge me here! In this poem, the mountain, for each of us, is the illusion of struggle and strife.  Why do we struggle? Why do we fight?  What do we fight against?   Where is our real security?  Are our dreams really our own? Where do our dreams come from?  Who wrote the script for our lives? The mountain is our illusion.  Each of us has illusions.  And this world and its nightmarish qualities which we can each notice at times is the greatest illusion of all. Take a look at this moment.  What do we really want?  Where do we really want to go? Love is ALWAYS the answer.  Love is the madness. Love is the passion.  Love is the vision. Love is what makes us HUMAN. blink

lol blink, watch out, i dont think theres a cure for love overdosing.

I gotta agree with matt's first post though, without the mountain, would love be as special to you? if it's there all the time, do you find yourself without goals?

Speaking as a humble mountain climber in the physical world, there's some interesting things with life-as-mountain or love-as-mountain analogies.

These might be ironic or not:

Mountains have summits, so one must descend or just die there, and statistically most accidents happen on the way down.  I'm not sure if this applies to our illusion-mountains, but I expect it does.

Climbing is one of the most efficient motions for a human being, we generate our greatest amount of power when hiking up an incline.  Walking down is actually harder on the body.  Maybe the greater struggle is descent?

The air at the top is hard to breath on big ones, so hard that if you took a short cut like flying in a helicopter and stepping out, you'd die in 15 minutes.  So using this reasoning, in line with other posts, love without strife or struggle is less special.  In fact it means one must die, symbolically at least, because no growth or change occurred during the ascent (acclimitization).

No matter how far apart or on what side of the mountain any number of people are when they start climbing, they all end up on a comparitively very small little spot.   Imagine how we don't know anyone else who is climbing, what they do for a living, why they're here, we don't even speak the same language, but we all know to head for that little target at the top.  And when we get there and see another climber pop up from another side, we don't have to say anything to know what the other is feeling at that moment.

Other than that distraction, which got me thinking about the upcoming season and the climbs I have scheduled, I liked the poem.  Quite deep and thought provoking, certainly way way better than the usual poem on this site!  It's always gutsy to post a poem.  I don't have the nerve myself, only the reactionary critic here!  :P

Spitfire,

Would the cure for love be....More Love?  

For me the challenge is to take a look at our own scripts.  What have you written as the script for your life?  Who wrote it?  Did you really write it?  What does yours say about love?  Can a person have TOO MUCH love?

Hi Bud,

Where is the top of your life?  What would you do to get there?  Are you sure the mountain is Real?  Are you sure the air is too thin to fly over it?

What is Real satisfaction? Why must there be a struggle for Love to be Good Enough?

love you guys, blink