Humans really don’t know
How life is to stardust souls
Forced to hibernate like bears in snow
Only feeling the truth trough small portholesHumans really don’t know
How life with an awakened soul
Could lead to a constant flow
Of abundant love through soul’s windowHumans really don’t know
How life led by true purpose of soul
Where gratitude leads to divine inner glow
Calmly transform their minds inner fishbowlHumans really don’t know
© REDCAT
How to manifest all they want via their souls
How to choose lifelong learning and growth
How into spiritual living while in flesh enroll
Written in response to the beautiful and thought inducing painting at Sunday Muse # 105. Made me read up on the symbolism on Koi fish. And they seem to symbolize a whole bunch of good things. Tenacity, Wealth, Abundance, Luck, Courage, Transformation, Uniqueness, Non-conformity, Family Strength and have lots of Buddhist Connotations. (source)
Also linking to Writers’ Pantry #17 , Promote Yourself Monday, April 27, 2020 at Go Dog Go and Open Link Night: We are listening at dVerse.
GloPoWriMo 2020
DAY 1 – Build a New Start
DAY 2 – Beloved Bookstore
DAY 3 – Sunshine and Hail
DAY 4 – Isolation Dating
DAY 5 –Staring out a Windowpane
DAY 6 – Casanova Comes Closer
DAY 7 – Swirling Colors of my Mind
DAY 8 – White – Red – Black
DAY 9 – Different World After
DAY 10 – Spring Hay(na)ku
DAY 11 – Love – Hay(na)ku
DAY 12 – Make Art – Triolet inspired
by Neil Gaiman and Chris Riddell
DAY 13 – What did you think would happen
to a child left on my doorstep?
DAY 14 – Ballad of the Lost Poet
DAY 15 – Writer’s class – Hay(na)ku
DAY 16 – What is a Nomad without a Tribe?
DAY 17 – Pale Spring, Here Again, Nature Awake
DAY 18 – Spring Day in the Garden
DAY 19 – Close Couplets
DAY 20 – Lost in Love’s First Flush
DAY 21 – She Tasted Like Memory
DAY 22 – Struggling Mind
DAY 23 – Written in the book of dust
DAY 24 – At the end of every week, Friday-Cozy!
DAY 25 – Slip, Crack, Shatter
DAY 26 – Humans Really Don’t Know
DAY 27 – April Rain
DAY 28 – Greeting the Watch Horse
DAY 29 – Letter of Hope
DAY 30 – Witches Walpurgis Night Preparation
The world according to RedCat 
Ah, some lucky humans know, but others won’t listen. Thanks for sharing the info on koi fish, by the way!
I love the message in this poem – the stardust souls, soul’s window. If we can just get there, what a transformation that would be. I believe it’s possible, current evidence to the contrary, lol.
This is a lovely truth in poetry RedCat!! It is hard to see past the flesh for so many. I love the repitition and flow throughout!
Your words are relevant and sobering .. so many do not know. Thank you for gifting us. Stay well.
Indeed.
This is absolutely stunning! 💝 Not many but some of us do know .. hopefully :)
👏🏻
Lovely writing so spiritually inspiring. Hopefully, some humans know and show us the way. Thanks for the info on Koi fish.
Very inspiring and I feel the solitude of a life outside the norm, a life aligned with your soul
Lovely words, but I think some humans do know…
Stay safe.
Anna :o]
Well, some do. Not enough, probably.
We humans don’t really know as much as we think we do, do we? :)
Great combination with the painting!
Great opening stanza!
Some people can’t look beyond the tip of their noses. So sad
Lovely!
I was sure I’d commented on your poem before, but I can’t find it, so I’ll try again!
I like the repetition of the title throughout the poem, as well as the repetition of soul(s), emphasising the meaning and giving the poem structure, together with the end rhymes. I especially love ‘stardust souls / Forced to hibernate like bears in snow / Only feeling the truth trough small portholes’, and the progression from small portholes to ‘soul’s window’ and the ‘inner fishbowl’.
Metaphysically, I believe in past lives, and I think that old souls, with each incarnation, know a little more about our cosmic riddles. But it is being in lesson for each lifetime that is the real challenge.
oh ain tit the truth! i’m trying to get there. it seems like such a long road sometimes.
I’m quite sure the road is the reason not the goal. But it feels so hard, and so far away sometimes. I too am working my way there.
I like the description of the mind as an “inner fishbowl” with small portholes.