After the deluge
a new order
has emerge -
the past
will be buried
and we
who have  existed
in that episode
have now assumed
the mantle
of leadership
a better world
a Utopia indeed
to create-

we must not fail:
the future
shall remember
what we've done
and said
all of which
shall be enshrined
in its book-
our struggle
our sweat
our tears
and our history
it will faithfully record.

The world
I can neither change
nor in any way save
but I can
give comfort
or hope
where I engage
and looking back
from the faraway
of time, I'll deem that
the life I've lived
is adequate
with nothing wasted

Music spreads its wings all over the firmament. It lights up the world below---a myriad of sounds and colours burst from the river of its soul so poignantly—an invitation to the realm of endless beauty and wonder. Music says: life is for love, beauty, joy and celebration and all that which transcends over pain and sorrow- first the suffering but, lo, the light shines after the end of the dark tunnel and once more our hearts revive and we begin to embrace life all over again, in greater intensity and gratitude. The heart breaks a thousand times but is reborn--even if such resurrection comes very slowly. Life is an endless river and we flow with it but it is only in love and faith, in patience and the pursuit of truth that we become what we dreamt to be. Once we have arrived at the pinnacle of what our heart has longed for over so many years of the past, we will then be larger than life--and even death itself- those who dwell in love and faith live immortally in their hearts.

In reply to an intellectual friend

We can't speak of the general when it comes to faith or belief,
we are in our own land- we stand alone, regardless of what others think or say. Kindly explore and this might change your mind.
Millions upon millions, and with Taoism, it's hundreds of millions, who  have found truth, meaning, peace, joy, beauty, hope, acceptance, consolation and courage, even in their conquering of death and despair.

If you haven't tried or experienced, of that you can't speak.

Kind wishes

yours humbly

Peter

We idealise
and idolise
as life is deemed
to be drab and dry
but are later agonised
as reality wakes
and sweeps away
all that
we've in error
over-prized

Without stepping
    a foot outside
    the entire world
    is discovered --inside

I'll not speak
as by words
I've been deluded

we'll forget
those happy moments
of sizzling youth

time has spoken
we have changed
each has taken a different route

you should not speak either
nothing would come out good
new joy we might find--let fate impute