Psalm - revisited

Psalm 115 ( an interpretation- revisited )
 For the Lord is good;



Are  we and not  yet we ourselves ; our full -selves ?
Nor are yet they yet they  themselves either   their full-selves
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We and they are interweaving in and out of corporeal and spiritual existence
And between these there is not a sliver ,  no not one nanometre of distance ,
And no perceptible resistance.




Let falling sycamore seeds
 Make a joyful noise to the all the earth!

The curled up leaf not fall in sadness
Cast free and go not clinging
But with go with  exhilarated  singing


Go ; and do not count  the price
Of what you've left behind as you visit Paradise


 Know that all the earth
Is  made of He who made us, and  all we're worth

We are but his sycamore seeds
His mushroom spores ; and tangled weeds

Now as  a sheep of his pasture.
Go forth with rapture

And  as you enter now this October  night
Let the heavens burn more bright

Go bravely to his courts with praise and with thanksgiving,
Yes,  leave the living but this short instant for their grieving

Time is neither  on your side nor mine .
Time is but the vehicle which for now lets us entwine
Ephemeral body , soul and  spirit and mind

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Are  we and not  yet we ourselves ; our full -selves ?
Nor are yet they yet they  themselves either   their full-selves