The Great Mystery
Walk softly through some sacred places
while pondering the cryptic muses.
Bask colored light through holy faces.
Seek out the illuminated truths.
Can’t guess the things we’ll never know.
Aspiring prophets, might eschew them.
Can’t see the mysteries that never show.
Question those who claim to view them.
Our mere presence can hardly matter
because we’re infinitely small.
Our spirits have no weight or substance…
if we even have them at all.
We’re pinpoints in the endless brilliance,
grains scattered on eternal beach.
Can’t be found in meditation
the truth always exceeds our reach
We should savor our fleeting moments.
There is no endless supply.
This instant that we’ve been given,
all we’ll have, until we’re gone.
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| Yes, indeed. Thanks for reading. And sharing your lines. |
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Beautiful. There's so much to nature and so much to know.
One has to tread the path of Immanence,
which is just not by the Mind’s insolence.(June)
Thanks for the read.
J |
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| Good point and thank you, Janet. |
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| Hey, Bill, this is awesome. Savor the moments indeed. Life is short and death is sure and only those who trust endure. Not sure I agree with ignoring those who claim to view them. Maybe treat them with skepticism, but ignore? Seems a bit strong IMO. Still, this is beautiful and deeply touching. Janet |
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