If we combined
The perfectly good and the perfectly evil,
We would obtain the imperfection.
If we took a piece of paradise
And a piece of hell to gather them together,
Our souls would become less beautiful,
Because the truth would swallow the lie, and
The absolute truth would become relative.
If our love swallowed our hatred,
We would love each other less than usual.
If we formed an amphora,
While trying to find the absolute truths
In a new and perfect love for Him,
We would need all our faith to remove
All the lies and all our hatred from us.
If our lies and our hatred
Became two trenchant weapons,
And if we chose Lucifer for hitting
Our relative truths,
They would mathematically fall to become
Downright uncertainties.
The wounded love would disappear from us,
And we would turn into new saltstones
As Lot's wife turned while seeing Sodom burning...
If our truth was equal to our lie,
And our love was equal with our hate,
We would become absolutely nil persons,
While dying slowly and while melting ourselves
In nothingness,
While the absolute truth and the absolute lie
Are in no touch.
The reason to save the self
And to search for purity is that
Their arguments are always perfect.
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Wonderfully presented this equation of +10 -10=0 with life's positives and negatives is unparallel.
Biut'ful combination of truth, reality and life. Poetical mathematics. God bless you
Really good thought... People say good and evil are two sides of the same coin.. if both of it were to be equal.. then love and hatered would cancel out.. truth and lie would cancel out... fantasy and reality would cancel out..! !
While dying slowly. Nice piece of work! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A very creative piece. The images are captivating. Thanks for sharing such brilliant poem
If our love swallowed our hatred/We would love each other less than usual......lovely poetic expression! Appreciated your idea of plus and minus! (10)
I love this poem. The world would have to go back to Chaos if things were again mixed together.10++++++ Perdita.
Truth is always covered with a cup used to drink wine. Beautiful poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the words flow with so much reality bringing out the truth of life...