The world is not a line,
of words sweet 'n bright;
It is but a face of woe;
Of cruel slander and twisted lies.
On every step are blackened leaves,
And 'tis to be a blight;
That has halted every river in every nation,
From flowing to its destined might.
This world has counties two,
One Fire - the other Ice;
And thee art to enjoy twain,
from letters time to time.
This path has choices two,
One darkness - the other light;
As for the steep and hike,
Art equal unlike the final sight.
This coin has faces two,
One head - the other tail;
It has painted tail with head,
Distant yet very akin.
Lost is the meaning of,
life, respect, frame , kind;
Pain, love, help and men,
long ages-decades-centuries w'hence.
Had there not been a mask,
On each smile and all frown;
It shall be clear and crystal,
The two streams; The two seas.
Two seas of humans live,
two streams of karma white;
Yet not a drop of humanity,
inside th'infinite whirl of hate.
Generational be this eutopia if passes-
The world has but faces two;
two seas, two streams, two paths,
Too cloudy to be clear, too clear to be far.
Two remain the voices,
screaming in every head;
Envy, wrath, greed, lust, fear,
Understood only by the dead.
Two remain the choices,
To live by form and shape;
To understand the open maze,
To render the strangled ways.
Loud and clear be I-
The world has but faces two,
And gluttony, love, greed, judge;
jealousy, lust, and physical life,
In a dark and pitless drop lie.
O' the Sea salty,
of lie and frame;
That's all that remain today,
All that remains today.
Feb 14
Feb 14, 2026 at 12:17 PM UTC