September 2, 2012
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Here then in this transient garden it is met
This end of the sentimental - This end of the obvious
As leaves are torn from momentary branches
And ground to immaterial dust
So bent upon the soul
Pierced forgotten
This intagible is drawn from within
Given reason - Given purpose
And whatever it becomes - It will be absolute
Desiring only with dreams as build-blocks
To discern the intagible without
Pitiful mouse in this mouldering maze
Why do you screech for exit?
Is it not left for you - The New
To smash the broken conceptions
And give meaning to movement?
Can it be these corrupted masses
Like dead grasses shall rekindle their seed?
Will you feel their vigor? - Spaceless unknown?
Will you be tempted by their enfeebled attempts
Those whimpers of stalwart articulates
Those shouts of the weak the meek?
Yes you - The New
Together with a Very Few
Will you be flung upon the withered concept
To destroy it with your wounds as weapons?
An inward wind has begun to sweep the silenced masses
As dead grasses - Suddenly alert
It rolls over the hopelessness
Thundering messages
Flee!
Desert it all!
It will change
It will come when the blinded claw the walls to dust
When all will change
Rush back to the savage lash
To the natural cradle where it was conceived
Comments (7)
This is powerful and terrible at the same time altogether wonderful! There is an impermanence in this life yet we hope for the new beginning of a eternal life without the constraints of this physical world. Excellently expressed!
Amen... and thank you
How amazing. @Murisopsis sums it up nicely. Thank you.
This really is profound and powerful. How easily we can snuff at the candle and bring an end to life and yet like Val says, and as you have so beautifully articulated with words, the circle of life enriches all of us yet again.
From what I understand of Genesis, we weren't originally created to decay. Aging and death are outcomes of the Fall, and dementia in particular is an insult to the spectacular creation we really are. There's nothing fair about it.
It must be terribly painful to see your wife like that. I'm glad you're there for her, instead of her only being taken care of by people who don't love her at all.
Old age is unwanted but shows up all the time. I like your writing style and recollections of better times.
@Benjamin888 - Thank you so very much... I enjoy your work too and apologize for not coming back but at my age, it is difficult to answer all the reads... I would like to suggest (if you care) checking out the photo section of my blog, where my grandson has posted some of my paintings and other media... Please let me know what you think... Again, as I am a very poor typist with athritic fingers, I am sorry for not responding more often to all my friends... Blessings on you and yours...
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