"A Scene"
A Man Long have I sought answers
Yet now, seeing her, I stand mute.
What glories, what honours shall be mine
When I ask of the Goddess Future
And She tells me what lies ahead.
Goddess
Future Ask of me what you will
It is mine to answer plainly.
Man Future, what shall be my greatest glory
In times to come?
Fut Happiness is the greatest treasure
And is sought by all
Through many and various means.
Happiness may be a part of all futures.
Man Yes, 'tis true
Happiness is a worthy crown.
How shall I find my happiness?
Through wealth, fame, power?
If this glory is to be mine
From whence shall it come?
Fut From love. True happiness
Comes only through love.
Not love of money
Or of clattering applause
Nor love of deeds greatly done
Or wars bravely fought
But simple love.
To love oneself
Freely, and daily, and imperfectly
As in all the affairs of man
This brings the greatest of all treasures
Happiness.
Man Love? Love??
My greatest glory in all my days
Shall come through love?!
By the power that has put us here
In this darksome void of emptiness
You are bound to answer all
And answer plain!
Yet you stand before me
Spouting riddles and ancient stories
Told to fresh weaned children.
Tell me! Tell me true! Tell me plain!!
Where and how and when
Shall I find happiness!!?
Fut I tell you true and I tell you plain
As I have always done
And never were these words hidden
From anyone's heart.
They have been lying amongst your feet
Crowding you and tripping you
As you travel your daily lives.
Yet you kick them aside
Daring not to look down
Through fear of being devoured
By life's pains while caring
Or lest some vain comfort of man
Pass you by.
Truly I say
The ones who find happiness
Are those open to change.
For all mankind yearns
For the missing part
And accepts what is before them
To fill the emptiness.
But only those who recognize
The ill-fitting lies of
Worldly miss-pleasures
And frail human vanities
Only they are free to continue the search
And eventually gain, happiness.
Man Words, hollow words.
Long have I lived.
Many are my tales
Of wearisome toil and effort
And again all that is found
Are simple words.
You, Future
Who's power it is to know
The fates of all men
Answer me with uncertainties.
Go, go back to where you came from
Leave me alone.
I shall rest,
And tend to my pains and sorrows.
Fut NO!! There are no uncertainties
Or riddles in my speech.
Only to those who love themselves
And others
Is given the boon of happiness.
You, who's ears are small
And filled with worldly echoes
Distorting all,
You stand before a Goddess
And dismiss Her words
Rather than admit your error.
And yet,
It is the honour and privilege
Of all free willed man to do so.
Therefore I shall be silent,
And leave you,
At your own bidding.
May 12, 2022
May 12, 2022 at 2:56 PM UTC
"A Scene"
A Man Long have I sought answers
Yet now, seeing her, I stand mute.
What glories, what honours shall be mine
When I ask of the Goddess Future
And She tells me what lies ahead.
Goddess
Future Ask of me what you will
It is mine to answer plainly.
Man Future, what shall be my greatest glory
In times to come?
Fut Happiness is the greatest treasure
And is sought by all
Through many and various means.
Happiness may be a part of all futures.
Man Yes, 'tis true
Happiness is a worthy crown.
How shall I find my happiness?
Through wealth, fame, power?
If this glory is to be mine
From whence shall it come?
Fut From love. True happiness
Comes only through love.
Not love of money
Or of clattering applause
Nor love of deeds greatly done
Or wars bravely fought
But simple love.
To love oneself
Freely, and daily, and imperfectly
As in all the affairs of man
This brings the greatest of all treasures
Happiness.
Man Love? Love??
My greatest glory in all my days
Shall come through love?!
By the power that has put us here
In this darksome void of emptiness
You are bound to answer all
And answer plain!
Yet you stand before me
Spouting riddles and ancient stories
Told to fresh weaned children.
Tell me! Tell me true! Tell me plain!!
Where and how and when
Shall I find happiness!!?
Fut I tell you true and I tell you plain
As I have always done
And never were these words hidden
From anyone's heart.
They have been lying amongst your feet
Crowding you and tripping you
As you travel your daily lives.
Yet you kick them aside
Daring not to look down
Through fear of being devoured
By life's pains while caring
Or lest some vain comfort of man
Pass you by.
Truly I say
The ones who find happiness
Are those open to change.
For all mankind yearns
For the missing part
And accepts what is before them
To fill the emptiness.
But only those who recognize
The ill-fitting lies of
Worldly miss-pleasures
And frail human vanities
Only they are free to continue the search
And eventually gain, happiness.
Man Words, hollow words.
Long have I lived.
Many are my tales
Of wearisome toil and effort
And again all that is found
Are simple words.
You, Future
Who's power it is to know
The fates of all men
Answer me with uncertainties.
Go, go back to where you came from
Leave me alone.
I shall rest,
And tend to my pains and sorrows.
Fut NO!! There are no uncertainties
Or riddles in my speech.
Only to those who love themselves
And others
Is given the boon of happiness.
You, who's ears are small
And filled with worldly echoes
Distorting all,
You stand before a Goddess
And dismiss Her words
Rather than admit your error.
And yet,
It is the honour and privilege
Of all free willed man to do so.
Therefore I shall be silent,
And leave you,
At your own bidding.
