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Location:Texas, USA Naturalized US Citizen of Irish extract -   Fixed Wing and Helo trucker.Interests: "The Absurdity of Man". I am a proud supporter of Blarney, Nonsense, and Hooey. I enjoy being a chopper jockey, and trying to figure the world, people and belief systems out. I'm just not very good at it, so it keeps me real busy. I scribble, blog, run this website, mess with rental houses, ride motorbikes, and read as much as I can. I went solo 44 years ago, and I like to say I'm gonna get me a real job one day. When I grow up. ("but not just yet, Lord, not just yet") For my aviation scribbles see www.chopperstories.com.... enjoy! I wish you Peace in your Life. May you always walk with the sun on your face, and a breeze ruffling your hair. And may you cherish a quiet wonder for our awesome Universe. Life isn't always good. But it is always fascinating. Never quit.
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Child of the Universe



Small Magellanic Cloud


Child of the Universe



There exists a nameless, dream-like,
wandering state
anonymous
To which, oddly, I aspire.
A following of The Way,
Quiet and unassuming in manner
A self effacing journey of submersion
Totally, without appeal
into my Father's house,
the Universe.

Sometimes, people say
kind words
about my expression
of my journey,
My scribblings
And my rhyming doodles.
It's nice
When they do,
And I'm happy
They can relate
But it doesn't really matter
It's not an end in itself
And if I don't watch out
Somehow, it distracts
And focuses
Unwanted attention
On my wholly irrelevant ego.

I wish I could remain,
nameless,
And unseen, but rumored to be
Rhyming
Somewhere high up the mountain
Where only clouds
Dream-like
drift by.
Untroubled by the struggling
Of this
Mortal Man.

Perhaps, in erasing self
And forgetting my name
Lies reward
Maybe
I can finally become
Lost
In the true expression
Of Humility
And fully realize
At last
How small
Insignificant
And dull I am.

At the same time
Knowing
Beyond a shadow of doubt
That I am a child of the Universe
And that I am
quietly
Amazingly
Passionately

loved





Francis Meyrick







Last edited by Francis Meyrick on October 31, 2016, 11:15 pm
We little humans, hurtling through the Universe on our tiny, pale blue dot, will find few answers to Life's great mysteries. But we should at least find many of the questions. To write is to ask. To seek. To grope. With humility, and humor. Peace.
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