All the powers that can be
Unto futility shall doom to see
Widening gaps, deepening divides.
We realize too late that the brandishing powers
That feeds the egoistical cravings to death
Shall soon vanish unto the vortex it belongs too
Repeatedly rises to merge into the creatrix globule.
Our eyes become blind our ears become deaf
To everything around, to everything heard
Though like waves, creation comes and goes
Leave prints of uncertainty everywhere in time.
Shallowly breathing the attachments
We thread the path of pain and ignorance
Crowning the knowledge of world’s visible
Frowning at the jewels of world’s invisible.
By spreading thinner the egoistical self
Life shall bloom to culminate unto seeds
To allow the deepest breathing to continue
And, life ripples once again.
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This is pretty complicating. I understand the first 4 lines, the rest are too abstract for me. Neway I like the following two lines very much, thought I might have a different opinions.
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Frowning at the jewels of world’s invisible
Certainly a meaningful poem. Life is a mystery. It's very deep.
ReplyDeleteif the egotistical self is constantly recreated to the point of deafness and muteness then is that not what will grow when we use the egotistical self as compost for the garden of breath? But Yes no matter life will ripple as it will.
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