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Nothing ...


 

Ecclesiastes 1:9 

9 That which has been is what will be, That which is done is what will be done,
And there is nothing new under the sun.

“There’s nothing new under the sun” is that true in my disposition?

Do I live the way I should ... as through scriptures I’ve been told?

Or do I make up my own heart ... to ignore my shown condition

for the way things appear to me ... seem to leave me in the cold?

 

It is so easy to say one thing and then just do the other.

It is even easier to speak out of both sides of the mouth.

Sometimes it appears that truth should not even bother

to convince me otherwise ... that North is not the South.

 

Still I believe, but in what ... in who do I seek the knowing?

What makes me think at all ... is it me or I for an instance?

Is it in me that I believe ... and so the Truth foregoing?

Who am I that I believe ... am I my own substance?

 

My name is Jan or is it now ... my name could be another?

And then it is just a name ... that was given at my birth.

Did I become what I was named ... without thinking farther?

Or did I grow outside my name ... to be what I “think” first?

 

Do I need to know the ”me” or the “I” that I tend too?

Or should I only search ... for Him who brought me here?

I'm more than a thought I know ... from nowhere to the here-to.

I am more than nothingness ... in this atmosphere.

 

Jan Wienen

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