We whom sway not our fertile seed
Mute are we in our conception
Absent are the concept of time and memory
Oblivious are we to our tether eons binding
Unresisting, our soul instilled
Divine action distinctively molds
Unsullied, we embark on life's journey anew
To wit, our epic moment arrives
Hope gleams? Favoring arms await?
With consciousness endowed, thus stirs the will
Heirs to universal wonders, absolutes soon to be denied
Conflicts ensue, paradoxical immortals we simply resolve to be
Illusionists too inclined, veiled imageries easily entice
Impassioned, roads well traveled subtly beguile
Reluctantly, life's impasses too often realized
Pretense, oh fragile bastion
Welcomed balm that cloaks that hides
Beginnings too quickly end and our end too quickly arrives
With only our essence to survive
Legacies cherished, trophies polished
Coveted glitter from jewel box earth
We shall undesigning abandon
Alas, those lives mundane to be chronicled by heaven only
Rueful demise contrast ennobled soul choices too late contemplated
Our spirit humbly adorned we return once again, whence we came
TOM, THIS IS FANTASTIC. FROM BEGINNINGS TO END AND THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD WELL EXAMINED, THE PATH OF LIFE/DESTINY ILLUMINATED AND THE SELF-EXAMINATION OF THE PATH MAKES FOR VERY DEEP READING. HOW CAN WE HUMANS SET OFF ON A WELL-DEFINED PRODUCTIVE PLEASURABLE ROUTE SO THAT WE HAVE NO REGRETS AT THE END? LOTS TO THINK OF! MY BEST, CAROL
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the last line of your poem sums it all for us..... excellent composition. very impressive.