this evening the thunder of the sea is a wild music filling my ear...
you are leaving and the ungrieving winds demur:
telling me that nothing returns as it was before,
here where you have left no mark upon this dark Heraclitean shore.
Heraclitus said we can't step in the same river twice, because it won't be the same river and we won't be the same either. Everything is in a constant state of flux, thus "nothing returns / as it was before." Lovers who part will not be the same people if they reunite later.
It's time to contemplate the twilight of post-modern idols - An Ideal can we live for one?
We lay out what we stand for in simple platitudes then spend all our time defining what we're not despite all the death done in its name Protecting Freedom's just an umbrella replace "carpet bomb families" with "neutralize enemies" - who threatened our Liberty
but that means sway elections away from those that reject economic puppetry Cut the cord if you want us to buy Contras Reaganomics define Drug War: Sold crack, bought guns from Iran, fund death squads in Nicarag-Hooah!
Freedom's lambs they had to die They tried to reach out against exploited workers so even Catholic priests got murked Yes, murdered but also muddied in the waters of historiography's story As in, no one studies history
Today's armchair historians they just find bargains and hero worship while they channel surf Pulled by yachts they don't make waves Oceans abound but most just coast in creeks and canals No Wake Zones Think you're woke, bro? You just came up with a narrow strait thought that was simply dismissed by Heraclitus of Ephesus nearly three millennia ago Your certainty of knowing brings danger of you drowning Cause "Ever-newer waters flow on those who step into the same rivers."
All I know is fire so burn a hen for Prometheus and we'll topple poser's podiums then yoga flame them back to oneness
Cause after horrific mediation and barring off public relations You'll catch me drunk playing video games with butchers and their daughters
Not in the object revered But in the imperfect beholder Glows the light of inspiration.
Through eyelids facing west The auburn canvas spreads. Smell of damp pine needles Carried by the dry retreating winds.
Not in the balance, do I marvel, But in the transience of the moment That threatens to justly divide The hours between light and dark.
For strife is the eternal essence of life, Strength of my sinew, As I relentlessly roll the boulder And watch gravity undo my labour.
But, there is no strife more revolting Than THIS. Cleaving ‘I’ from the rest And assuming superiority - An imperfect beholder.
Note 1 - This just division of light and dark (Equinox) is only a passing phase, an ephemeral balance. Had it been permanent life would have been too monotonous an experience. This futile battle of light and dark inspires me to look inside and contemplate my existence.
Note 2 – I extend Heraclitus's "Strife is justice" to "Strife is life". Physical life is a strife against the natural elements. But the act of conscious existence is the greatest and the most revolting strife of them all. Because this involves separating myself (I, that thinks)from the rest (matter in all its forms) and assuming the superior role of an intelligent observer.