These are poetic experiments. Man's quest for the poetic element never ceases. He is always caught in the eye of awe. He does not make the rules now. The rules change depending on the emotion that time and space feed him. He must see everything with his wide eyes gaping. The beginning of poetry too, like philosophy is wonder. Look and see. Do not stop wondering You are the poet. And everything is poetry. Wonder. Wander.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
our nature is to fade
we are diminished every minute
we shed we exude we exhale
whatever is kept is destined
to be lost
as early as dawn that surrenders
to light
and lights soon to darkness
we must learn to accept
this destiny of losing
we empty we are atoms
blown by the wind
we relinquish what is given us
we surrender always what we think
we have obtained and won
this is the evanescence of our
human nature
we are melting we are evaporating
we see hues of colors turning pastel
we pale we wrinkle we shrink
we are diffused in space
we turn to dust
nevertheless all these are but prologues
for something bigger
for something beyond all these
to the grand reunion
and on this anticipation there is no reason
for sorrow and grieving and lamentation
from this island of despair we take the boat
and cross the body of water
i am not seeing it yet
but my heart beats
for what i cannot imagine yet i know it is there
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