Stuff

By D G Moody

Sun, 25 May 2025
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Stuff.
please save me;
I’ve had enough
of stuff.

I came into life
without anything,
and I shall leave
with nothing.

So, how did
I acquire
the desire
for more stuff?

Is it what I want;
or what I need;
or is it just to feed
my consuming greed?

And stuff,
Is filling me up,
and I’ve had enough
of all that stuff.

So, let me aspire
to no longer acquire,
any more of that
Stuff!

 D G Moody 2025 

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Comments

Submitted by Jessiibear on

Haha, I’m with you—right in the middle of decluttering here! 

Your poem perfectly captures the struggle and hope to let go. Thanks for putting it so well!

 

Jess

Submitted by D G Moody on

Thanks Jess, and yes, we accumulate so much stuff, non of which will fit into a coffin!

Dougie Moody

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Very well put, Dougie! and it fills the eyes, heart, life … And cloud the important goals of life.

While there is room to stuff stuff it tends to remain … in case …. Having done children's, and tots' clubs, and now having young grandchildren calling (Can we do some craft?) gives a reason to keep all sorts of odds and ends if there's somewhere to sruff it! Until one needs to move house …!

Rhiannon

 

Submitted by D G Moody on

Thanks Rhiannon, and no need to remind you of  'do not store your riches where.....' It seems our forebears got along with much less than we do, yet they did not seem less happy.

Dougie Moody

Submitted by Turlough on

But stuff embellishes memories and when the memories start to fade the stuff might just keep us going a bit longer. I love stuff but I wouldn't really want anybody else's, so I wish you good luck in disposing of yours.

Turlough

Submitted by D G Moody on

Thanks Turlough. You've got a point; I may be a bit odd, in that I've never really attached to much -  people being the execption. I lived for some years as a Buddhist Bhikkhu, and all my possesions, apart from my robe, could be put inside my alms bowl. It was only after I left the order that I began accumulating (again) possessions.

Dougie Moody