It is in this moment of clarity:
the reality, separating from idolatry:
raw, real: —experiencing reality.
Who are you in anonymity?
—An accumulation of identity…
Shed the scales of the sacred snake,
temporary in Time: —
spiritually naked, sacred, and sublime!
A star twinkles in your inner-eye,
in the solitary midnight-sky
of the Un-Manifested…
a sparkle of Enlightenment!
You observe…and absorb with hope:
your being, —in a mystic reverie…
The rose in full-bloom in your vase,
shares the same evanescent perfume with yours:
but, you suffer; —it, —
does not care to bloom and die!
you cry…it dies: —every one dies!
So, let us live with tears in our eyes:
live and laugh: —cry tears of sublime!
—love, wine, cry, smile, and die…
in this tragi-comedy of life!
Monday, February 22, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: life