#spiirt
Life is disjointed in space and time
Most virile when most foolish
Wisdom acquired only in hindsight
Inapplicable to ignorance past
And to shape destiny now revealed
And souls kindred but alas in flesh
Separated by distances and ages
And barriers natural and unnatural
Yet Spirit mocks not nor is futility
For surely Life's flaws but apparent
As a shard or fragment betrays a whole
A whisper of what once was, or to be
The anguish of unbeing but a promise
Of wholeness far beyond that glimpsed
But that glimpsed suffices for faith
Or for rebels to strive with hands
For earth and flesh is all there is
And two unfitting fragments joined
Soothes all brokenness' forlornness
And to forget disjointedness' promise
Jun 3, 2025
Jun 3, 2025 at 1:27 AM UTC
The wind blew,
aflame, not burning;
softly, gently, caressingly;
penetrating pianissimi billowingly.
I yielded;
I'm carried along,
effortlessly, unhurriedly,
seemingly randomly.
Little things,
a glimpse here, a sparkle there,
a dash of brilliance now and then,
simple unsurprising things.
Then I looked back, and I see:
how far and how changed I've been;
Truth, simple and little, adds up recursively,
transforming compoundingly.
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 12:19 AM UTC