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when somebody was a (mere) twinkle (or glint) in their father's eye (humorous)
at a time before someone was born All this happened a very long time ago, when you were a mere twinkle in your father's eye.
http://idioms.thefreedictionary.com/when+was+a+twinkle+in+father's+eye
As a consequence of their attraction, the subject is conceived.
That's a matter of opinion or belief. I don't believe I exist because my parents had sex. I believe I already existed, in some form and when I wished to incarnate into this body I went to my parents....attracted by their vibration...or they were 'available', karma..... who knows what ?
But certainly 31 attraction is involved IMO not just between the copulating couple but also the attraction of the incarnate soul wishing to incarnate.
I don't know of course, it is a mystery, but for the sake of the creation of the poem the subject is there and views the parents and speaks to them, and observes them.
I certainly have half a mind they are known to us before birth.
I found this interesting and spent much time yesterday writing my own poem and was amazed how it seemed to open the door to seeing my parents differently. I really did get lost in the process, as if entering other worlds, other perspectives.
Often the act of writing, especially poetry where one is freed of constraints of making literal sense, changes ones perceptions. I've liked reading other member's own poetry here and I thought others might like to try this excersize .
That's a matter of opinion or belief. I don't believe I exist because my parents had sex. I believe I already existed, in some form and when I wished to incarnate into this body I went to my parents....attracted by their vibration...or they were 'available', karma..... who knows what ?
But certainly 31 attraction is involved IMO not just between the copulating couple but also the attraction of the incarnate soul wishing to incarnate.
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This brings taking responsibility for our actions to a whole new level.
This is very much as described in the Tibetan Book of the Dead if the wandering soul follows the white light, near the end of the Bardo journey. They describe your first paragraph as being drawn to ones parents as they were copulating, and the soul enters the womb.
maybe those ideas are pure nonsense, stories we make to comfort our self , as some posit, yet I have witness is mundane liberation while participating in those Family-tree presentations. somehow the 'debts' become clear, the things you try to fix pop out in an eery way and along with the extremely high emotional charge there is an understanding and liberation.
I'ld love to hear from those wrote the poem , the actual poem or experience they can share. For personal reasons I don't feel ready to write it now, but I believe its something I need to do it when the time is right for me
Dangerous to judge suffering as the consequence of wrong doing and it surely isn't always.
it amuses me to think that when there are a shortage of wombs for souls wishing to incarnate then they will 'make do' with whatever wombs there are.....whether the host is especially suitable or not.
For me now it's more than a story I think it's true. But what I will always avoid is to assume I know anything of anyone's karma including my own. Dangerous to judge suffering as the consequence of wrong doing and it surely isn't always. The specific workings of karma I believe are beyond our understanding. I get the concept, we can get the concept but how it works is beyond us I think.
Well... I'm going to work on some poems in my spare time, I'm really going to take my time though. This brings taking responsibility for our actions to a whole new level. I get a sense that this is very possible, its not the first time I had thought of it. However, being as though it was brought up in this very thread of the poems... a very personal thing for me, when I was young, very young, my mother in her fitful rage blamed me for being born. I remember being in shock as if struck by lightning. She says "you were a mistake! I never wanted to have you! You ruined my life!" And a few other choice words. I remember crying and telling her "no mom its not fault you had me" she said "yes it is! I never wanted you to be born!" Hmmm, who knew she was onto something, perhaps indeed I did choose to be born. Yep, I sense some unfinished healing business about to occur. I'll try my best to keep my rose colored glasses on. Sooo where are those heavy shoes?
Just also reminded of this poem
from The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran
On Children
And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, "Speak to us of Children." And he said:
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable
...when I was young, very young, my mother in her fitful rage blamed me for being born.
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