I Mercy You

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IT is not a physical death that we die,

in those moments of despair and bleak hopelessness.
The soul unable to endure,
seeks a refuge where there is none.

A higher Voice inside
whispers to US,
and asks us to Endure this pain,
and abandon past regrets.

"Confess your innermost truths,"
the voice demands, "and understand that within one lifetime,
a thousand births and deaths await you."

Khao Tao Reservoir, Thailand
Khao Tao Reservoir, Thailand | Source

And in the quiet hours,

when all is still and you are alone,
No man can touch you,
for the curse of humanity is this;
so separate,
each alone,
seeking wholeness,
from Perfection.

And yet perfection,
is God, or dog, or rock or waves,
crashing, barking, rolling motion,
eternal motion of this mind,
seeking Mercy,
the sound of which can be so kind,
and Compassion,
for the eternal family.

Kata Beach, Phuket
Kata Beach, Phuket | Source

And suddenly,

the enormity of the waves,
destroy our homes
and retreats back to the ocean.
And we prostrate ourselves,
begging for Mercy.

And the Earth replies,
harshly...
Volcanoes erupt,
hurricanes blow,
Earth's surface breaks apart,
and we are left in Awe.

FOR A VIOLENT EARTH HAS NO MERCY

Family is reunited in Cambodia after 27 years or more? This picture is of my driver...I asked him to stop at a lotus pond in a small village and witnessed a reunion that still gives me goosebumps. This is his aunt who ran up to him...
Family is reunited in Cambodia after 27 years or more? This picture is of my driver...I asked him to stop at a lotus pond in a small village and witnessed a reunion that still gives me goosebumps. This is his aunt who ran up to him... | Source

Survive the wrath and witness the perfection,

of clouds,
the changing patterns and colors,
hues which illuminate, darken and disperse.

The Peace and Serenity of a blowing breeze,
the Sun rising like a glowing God,
shining above us in our discontent,
Shining above us in our sorrow and joy,
detached in its orbiting movement.

Sitting on the beach,
I worshipped this movement,
and out of Gratitude,
wept.

Written in Bangkok on September 13th, 1992.


~ Prisana Pipatpan ~

A Different Ending

I wrote a new ending for my poem on August 18, 1997 during a full moon. My Mom wrote comments on the side of my poem asking me MERCY, "FROM WHOM"  Etc. In the end she asks me, "Who are you to judge?"
I wrote a new ending for my poem on August 18, 1997 during a full moon. My Mom wrote comments on the side of my poem asking me MERCY, "FROM WHOM" Etc. In the end she asks me, "Who are you to judge?" | Source
Khao Tao Reservoir, Khao Tao, Thailand
Khao Tao Reservoir, Khao Tao, Thailand | Source

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raciniwa 5 years ago from Naga City, Cebu

it's like i'm watching Fantasia unfolding...magnificent...


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Prisana 5 years ago from Thailand and Colorado Author

Thank you for your generous comment! I was hesitant to post this poem, but reading your comment made me glad that I did.


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epigramman 5 years ago

...oh my goodness and oh my my - I do believe you were heaven sent to me because this is an absolutely fantastic piece of writing - so profound and so moving - and to witness/read the art in your writer's craft is to say you have written one great masterpiece here - hubbravo to you - so nice to meet you and thank you for your endorsement of my humble little hubspace - coming from you as special as you - it's quite a honor and a thrill - lake erie time ontario canada 11:59pm and I love your profile photo - I was in the lake today swimming as I live only 100 feet or so from the water but being on the threshold of what we know here as Canadian fall - the water is warmer than the air ......


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Prisana 5 years ago from Thailand and Colorado Author

You certainly know how to make a person feel good! Thank you for your endorsement! I must admit it took me a long time to find you! I hubbed hop for hours last night looking for a poet of your caliber. You definitely are one of Hubville's brightest stars! How fortunate you are to live so close to Lake Erie. 10:37 pm in Denver. 11:37 am in Thailand.


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Lita C. Malicdem 5 years ago from Philippines

The serenity and perfection of Mother Earth are all over these pictures. Nice photos. It's too remote from the profound imperfections you describe in your poem of a violent Earth that cause a child's sufferings. Very nice outpouring of the inner truth in you. Peace and cheers!


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Prisana 5 years ago from Thailand and Colorado Author

Hi Lita,

Thanks for reading this poem and for your comment. What I tried to convey in this poem, was the awesome power of Mother Earth, to lift our spirits and to destroy us (earthquakes, tsunamis, etc.). This was my letter of gratitude to Mother Earth from a humble and awestruck earthling. It was also my attempt to show how incredible the human spirit can be in the face of great adversity.


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epigramman 5 years ago

...I am back to post this beautiful piece of writing to my FACEBOOK page with a direct link here and to wish you peace and happiness and on to read some of your other hubs ......

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epigramman 5 years ago

...love this one so much that I'm back again .......

lake erie time 11:14pm ontario canada with Deep Purple and full moon over the lake


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Prisana 5 years ago from Thailand and Colorado Author

Hi epigramman,

Thank you so much for posting my poem to your FB page! Wishing you peace and happiness and beautiful moments on the lake! And elsewhere!


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Vinaya Ghimire 5 years ago from Nepal

How wonderfully your photographs compliment your words. I'm sharing this on twitter and stumbleupon.


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Prisana 5 years ago from Thailand and Colorado Author

Hi Vinaya,

Thank you for sharing your kind comment with me and for sending my poem and photographs onward.


ExoticHippieQueen 5 years ago

This is achingly beautiful and powerful, and I don't use words like that very often......thank you for this brief gift in my workday! Voted up and beautiful!


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SubRon7 5 years ago from eastern North Dakota

A very, very, beautiful poem, Prisana, I could almost "feel" what you felt in your descriptions and imaginings. Thank you


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ahorseback 5 years ago

The world traveler is a soulful writer too ! Awesome if I might say. love this .....:-}


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poshcoffeeco 5 years ago from Cambridgeshire

Prisana your work is a joy to read and the photography stunning. I cannot believe you have a son who is almost 30. From your pic you don't look old enough!


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Prisana 5 years ago from Thailand and Colorado Author

Hi Poshcoffeeco,

Thanks for your kind comments. My profile pic isn't super recent; it just happens to be one of my favorites taken in the Similan Islands. My most recent pictures on Hubpages is on my zipline article. Those pics were taken last year. My son is almost 29. Yikes. And I will turn 50, next month!


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Micky Dee 3 years ago

Very beautifully done. I have reinvented my life so many times. I have died so many times. But mine is not the physical. My friend just left us. He could no longer reinvent himself. Life gave him so much but life took it all. Religions may say that we must be born again. We are reborn or we reinvent or we adapt or ...

God bless.


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Prisana 3 years ago from Thailand and Colorado Author

My father survived and continues to survive because he is able to reinvent himself...did life take it away or did his perception of life take it away...if we see ourselves as divine beings than we are connected to God, Allah, The Universe...call it anything you want, but I think it is all the same source...we are not here by accident, or random atoms floating for no reason..you or me being here right now typing this is free will...life is a blessing...I think of the survivors of Rwanda...how some managed to survive horrific crimes against humanity and to the spirit, that those of us who live in America, or elsewhere could never imagine. They survive and thrive because they believe in a higher power and in their own divinity...if we were indeed created in HIS image, than are we all not part of God, Allah etc. and therefore also Divine? Heaven is indeed here on Earth right now...or Hell depending on where you are and what may be happening to you...


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Micky Dee 3 years ago

You are very perceptive. I love Thailand by the way. I spent just a little time there in 1969. God bless.


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Prisana 3 years ago from Thailand and Colorado Author

1969 was when Bangkok was still the Venice of the East.


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Micky Dee 3 years ago

I love your passion for compassion.


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ZipperConstantine 2 years ago from United States

I read your recollections of a very low time in your life when your son was struggling to survive. I don't know when you wrote this poem during that time but it reads like a work of art produced from a very low, lost and searching time of your life. These are the times we reach down into our souls and produce a work that we don't even realize how good it is. Life on earth is kind of like a card game some win and some lose. I was interested in your disbelief in God for the death of some and life for others. God sometimes performs miracles for those who will carry on his work but his concerns I believe are with out free will. Will we see the light or the darkness. I think he loves all his children but he lets you decide. He is someone bigger than ourselves. Someone who has had many disappointment in his creations until his Son Christ walked the earth to give us another chance to live on with God after we pass. He didn't have to send Jesus, I think his love was so strong for us he could not give up on us. He sent Jesus, his son, you know the love for a son as I do, love of a child is bigger than yourself as is love for God. I love my relationship with God, he is always there listening to me whether he answers or not I know he is there and lovse me. He gives me peace of mind! I will never blame God for death, he does not take away life since the birth of his Son. Only the Darkness can take life God give it! Your Son has a beautiful spirit as do you. God has blessed you greatly! Whether you son lives to be old or not his time on earth has touched many.


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Prisana 9 months ago from Thailand and Colorado Author

Dear Zipper, I just saw your message and thank you for writing. I originally wrote this poem in Bangkok on September 13th, 1992. My son was not diagnosed with leukemia until September 1998. I don't remember the event that inspired the original version but I do remember reading it to a Singaporean friend of my Mom's who was quite impressed by the words and asked me if I had heard of Krishnamurti. I had read many of Krishnamurti's books. The different ending was about Pol Pot. I was thinking of him when I wrote the 2nd ending. I can never believe in the Christian God. I think the bible is a brilliant novel. There is so much hatred and wars in the first testament. I respect those who believe but I would even rather believe in Allah. Muslims do not worship money. Many Christians I have met cannot understand this concept. Look at the dollar bill. God did not only bless America. God did not bless anything. The crusades taught me that Christianity is dangerous. I am right now in the Maldives and believe Allah blessed these islands. The Muslims are the kindest most genuine people on Earth. They share food with each other. I understand as with any religion, that there is also problems however that is why I prefer Native American beliefs to all else. Allah blesses you. Three words. How does it make you feel?

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