Mosi Mustapha Gomina
Philosophy Of Life(Simplicity Within Complexity) - Poem by Mosi Mustapha Gomina
Oh ye mere mortals of the present age,
I ask that ye hearken to my wordings;
for it is the thoughts of a decent sage;
celestial whispers that roared while mourning.
I have sought the wisdom of aged kings;
I have been bathed in their heightened thoughts;
I have danced to drumbeats by spirit beings;
with their morbid ways, I have my views clothe.
No man has tasted immortality;
no, not yet; not while we still dwell in sin.
Yet, impossible as it seems to be,
men do have access to immortal dreams.
Life as we've come to know it is a thread.
But not a mist; no, not complicated;
for out of mere mortals, men are being bred;
surely from Nature, men have been birthed.
Wait, am I even alive; I wonder;
these stratified layers of thoughts are nought;
I, man; life's my wife; Nature's asunder;
little wonder I'm a man but I'm not.
But if I be man, let life's veil be torn;
torn away from the heart beneath my heart;
for the strenght of my life's thread is out-worn;
for with sin, I, a man, did make a pact.
Life is simple; but then again, it's not;
life is more like a flesh-bodied shadow;
life is everything; no, life is just a dot;
life is broad but then, it appears narrow.
But within life; within the shadowed veil;
within the complexities that echo;
within the disturbed sea that men do sail;
is existence; the sloppy hill, the glow.
For life is dark; so dark it appears bright;
like the distant roar of an injured lion;
running to and fro, you hearken to its plight;
but beneath that is death, the dark legion.
Yet, life is smooth; as smooth as rough can be;
life is a garden of hard flowers and soft thorns;
life is just a bitter-sweet poetry;
life is crooked but devoid of sharp turns.
Life is a bowl; so live it to its fullest;
life is dark; so be a body of light;
let alone being the good one; be the best;
shine forth like the stars in a lonely night.
The peak of your strenght's just a mile away;
hasten your footsteps and trust not your might;
thank and praise the creator; night and day;
for this is your essence; for this is life.
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