embers of a dream, and firelight
the years slouch on, the world becomes shorter as we age
from the ground lifted, forgetting our yesterday’s weight
(did we even exist in that ambiguous time?)
faith in my inmost inmost fires
home to a thousand unnamed words, a vocabulary of silence
compelled by the illusion of time to accelerate my wondering
(imagine time, wrapped around itself: a rose)
we live our lives shrouded in sound
darkness slips from our grasping; we hold nothing at all
the transience of the dream, glances off our perceptions
(on the shores of nowhere, the moment blooms)
Reflection
1:41pm monday, 27th may
I'm feeling poetic....Off the cuff!
Time
Why do we struggle?
Surely the source is well and at peace with no worries.
Is there a game?
At peace with no control,does control disrupt the peace?
Why?
For what reason?
All this madness, good vs bad, right vs wrong.
If the kingdom is at peace, nothing matters.
If nothing matters, then why?
Reflection