Hime Hiroda Poems

Suspended from rings that hang delicately
From rods so thin, so frail, so skinny
The fabric dangles so loosely
What happens if someone should yank it free?
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My heart is heavy, to whom shall I confess my sorrows?
Everyone is burdened with their own troubles
Who can comfort me in this time of chaos?
My heart cries out to the Lord.
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I need it, you need it too
But do you know you have it?
It is the greatest gift
But least valued by those characterized by it.
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L – fleeting or forever?
Maybe. It depends.
L- is it real or just momentary?
Only the one who has it knows.
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In the image of the creator
Yet so different
Ambitious yet limited
Free but enslaved.
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Yes, up they go again
With their stoic faces and unfazed demeanor
Young and old alike
They hold onto it as if it were their life.
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Everything seems so fast
As if I was caught in a whirlwind of action.
I never thought of it this way, you know?
Life as a never-ending flurry of activities.
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Ephemeral eyes of the Eternal soul
Never cease to seek that goal
Whether it be on Mount Olympus' zenith
Or in the depths of Hades' lair just beyond the river Styx.
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Pitiful is this gracious sylph manhandled
By ungrateful children, avarice they're fueled
Her bounty ransacked, her riches squandered
Gaia's pristine resource relentlessly plundered.
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What is the greatest pain in the world?
It is when the river meets with the sea
Where both recognize their likeness
But still, that shared smoldering feeling is extinguished.
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