Life the passing seasons,
Timed to the beat of our hearts.
In temporal winds we are blown,
Like feathers on a flow chart.
An echo in majestic mountains,
Disappearing on the breeze.
An individual illusory journey,
Vulnerable to nature’s mercies.
Splashing in fountains of humanity
The transient born from eternal,
We shine for so few moments,
In the heavenly, and the infernal.
A brief wandering through time
Made fresh just by our existence
As deceitful beauty fades to age
So does our warped resistance.
Our unbearable lightness of being
Returning to the elusive spark.
Closing, completing the circle,
The dove returning to the Ark.
To our before-state we are flying,
Our worthless veil slipping away,
Each day one step from dying,
Bittersweet memories of our stay.
Retreating from these perfumed shores
From the impermanence of things.
An arrow heading to our next rebirth.
From this Earth which sighs and sings.
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 8:06 AM UTC
Life the passing seasons,
Timed to the beat of our hearts.
In temporal winds we are blown,
Like feathers on a flow chart.
An echo in majestic mountains,
Disappearing on the breeze.
An individual illusory journey,
Vulnerable to nature’s mercies.
Splashing in fountains of humanity
The transient born from eternal,
We shine for so few moments,
In the heavenly, and the infernal.
A brief wandering through time
Made fresh just by our existence
As deceitful beauty fades to age
So does our warped resistance.
Our unbearable lightness of being
Returning to the elusive spark.
Closing, completing the circle,
The dove returning to the Ark.
To our before-state we are flying,
Our worthless veil slipping away,
Each day one step from dying,
Bittersweet memories of our stay.
Retreating from these perfumed shores
From the impermanence of things.
An arrow heading to our next rebirth.
From this Earth which sighs and sings.
