We are ancient, aren’t we?

We are ancient, aren’t we?

Each strand of modernism

Imbued with contemporary thoughts

Uproot us, the ancient people

From the layers of the ancient.

We are ancient, aren’t we?

The ancients keep us going

Yet we feel we are ever new

Breaking the borders of civilization

Experiencing contemporaneity.

We are never new,

The ever ancient wind

The ever ancient space

The ever ancient fire

The ever ancient earth

The ever ancient water

Sustain us ever.

And ancient they are,

So we must too.

Ancient we are, we will always be

Warped ideas weave the mind

In experiential contemporaneity we dissappear

Though, we are only anciently modernistic.

As my barefoot touches the earth

In nudity, I let my body courts the wind

And the sun warms my presence

After the early morning rain.

And, the spatial awareness

Tells me that I am ever ancient

A traveler from the past.

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