Eternal, Never New
The years are naught but Man's invention,
As is Time, itself.
'Tis been, since Eve, Man's mad intention
To manage Life, himself.
In Truth what is has always been,
And will last evermore. ––
A perspective few have ever seen ––
A sea without a shore!
We drift quite helplessly upon
The surface of the waves
Charting courses, till we've gone,
Instead, on to our graves.
Though we may seem to disappear
From our loved ones' view,
There isn't anything to fear;
We shall return anew.
This never-ending cycle
Upon the shoreless sea
No matter what we’d like will
Recur eternally.
~ FreeThinke (January 1, 2014)
He who binds to himself a joy
ReplyDeleteDoes the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity's sun rise.
That's quite right, Minister, is that verse by William Blake, perchance? It sounds like part of Auguries of Innocence.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful poem, FreeThinke.
ReplyDelete"A sea without a shore..."
I love the imagery.
Thank you, Miniver.
ReplyDeleteThe picture I used to illustrate the words seemed to reflect just that mental image very well. It takes quite a bit of time to locate the illustrations for these pieces.
In this care it took longer to fnd the picture than it did to write the poem. Ironic, eh? ;-)
Very Nietzschean!
ReplyDeleteI particularly like that first stanza.
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