Thoughts On A Spring Day - A Sonnet Poem by Richard St. Clair
Thoughts On A Spring Day - A Sonnet
Grateful for this slice of life I am,
Unknown from whence it came, a mystery:
I'm told it is a karmic history
That's got me in this pickle of a jam!
Some sing a song that life is but a dream,
The music goes in circles, round and round,
It certainly's a hypnotizing sound,
Like rippling waves on a gently flowing stream.
I've come to accept whatever life will bring
To this old fool, who clings to his delusion:
Immersed I am in petulant confusion,
My mind attached to many a silly thing.
I ask for Buddha's guidance day and night:
With His calm mien I'm spared a world of fright.
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Perhaps life is but a dream, and death is our awakening. There are as many explanations as there are people. We all have our own ideas, and we choose the ones we are most comfortable with. But will we ever know the truth? We are a part of life, we die, and that's the end of it. I don't let it keep me up at night. I just accept it. A very good poem that stirs the imagination.