gazing in the mirror, nothing does she see,
for images of one’s self are fleeting at best,
her lessons of life come any way but free,
her heart untouched by love, her soul untouched by rest.
yet in the stillness of her gaze,
is something borne of truth,
from past eternal endless days,
through future’s endless youth,
a life of love,
a life of pain,
to this her fate is tied,
a life of loss,
a life of gain,
to this she must abide,
and so she weeps and wonders now,
what God can make this so?
and what escape, and even how,
what lengths for her to go?
the window’s twenty stories high,
the door it leads outside,
into a world of lonely sky,
where love and pain abide,
in time she knows she has to choose,
the window or the door; this soul untouched by rest,
picks from the heart she can’t refuse,
and joy and pain, cost and gain, are fleeting now, at best.
Wow.
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I really like this piece. Thanks for sharing it.
thanks liquidangel.
thanks underground man.
thank you much.
u didn thank me…???
How can we break out of Samsara! We must escape!
The circle must be broken! It must be cut!
aaaAAAArg!
…hmmm… But if the cycles were all unconsciously automated… they would no-longer destract the “soul”.
Right now life is a destraction.
Later on life will be a destraction.
The problem is that people can’t think, feel or act their way out of the problem, they can only be their way out of the problem & our genes hold us back from that right now.
I still want life on earth to become an asexual, eternal entity.
Don’t we all.