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Graced with the chance to be here, Even if only fleetingly, Embrace whatever comes your way And, in so doing, However enchanting Any treasures you uncover Might be, Their loss should never be your concern. In this matter Make your heart your queen And follow her as faithfully And bravely as you are able, Just as swelling fruit Hurries towards its own sweetness, Shine whilst you can, Without fear, For nothing is as inevitable As it seems here. No, not even the fissures Of loss and decay We are oft led to expect In this temporal world. For whilst we fuss and fudge The lines we are given, Above, below and all around us, Lingers the energy of countless others Who already know for sure That, just as it was long, long ago, When they first found themselves Enraptured, So it is for them, again and again… And now with only a dark empty hollow, A feeble space of earth left in between. Such is true joy’s absolute certainty, Its slow lit fuse that burns holes In the shabby shroud of death forever.
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Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 5:38 PM UTC
Graced
Graced with the chance to be here, Even if only fleetingly, Embrace whatever comes your way And, in so doing, However enchanting Any treasures you uncover Might be, Their loss should never be your concern. In this matter Make your heart your queen And follow her as faithfully And bravely as you are able, Just as swelling fruit Hurries towards its own sweetness, Shine whilst you can, Without fear, For nothing is as inevitable As it seems here. No, not even the fissures Of loss and decay We are oft led to expect In this temporal world. For whilst we fuss and fudge The lines we are given, Above, below and all around us, Lingers the energy of countless others Who already know for sure That, just as it was long, long ago, When they first found themselves Enraptured, So it is for them, again and again… And now with only a dark empty hollow, A feeble space of earth left in between. Such is true joy’s absolute certainty, Its slow lit fuse that burns holes In the shabby shroud of death forever.
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Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 5:38 PM UTC
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