The perception of the future
The perception of what is in the now,
Leaves us wondering, about the future;
The perception of an imagined future,
Coloured with our hopes, our longing and fears,
Often haunts us, unrealized.
Between the now and the future,
Lies a meandering path,
Through meadows and mountains,
Over a shadowy gorge where,
Tenuously hangs, a narrow bridge swaying.
We walk on, sometimes with eyes that refuse to see,
Scared of slipping,
Unnerved by strong winds,
Desperately holding the thin ropes,
Holding us aloft the yawning netherworld of our fears.
Gingerly stepping ahead on this path,
Chosen, as it leads to the future,
Where the mountains and its paths,
Melt into unceasing togetherness,
Of the sun and the sea.
Where all the elements,
Fire, earth, water and air, combine in the aether,
So too will our now and our future merge,
In a continuum of light, as we dissolve,
Only to be formed again, in the eternal circle of life.
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