Sorrowful, when the barbarous soberings smite into the Heart's ways. The Heart's got frightened and shrivels. It doesn't dare to be disengaged any more, locked into stocks. Mights, for perishing there at all.
Though, how a mighty miracle is the Heart! It is the only contact point between the Time and Eternity. The body moulders, the senses simmer down, but the Heart, if it has treasure hidden in, already undestroyable! The Eternal Spirit itself puts His stream into it and makes glittering inside untill the fated time.
Thence spring all that we can be carriers of the deiform existence. This is the greatest recognition at that very moment it affects us to receive.
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Between the time and eternity. thanks. good poem. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
Great philosophical ideas, Ildiko, belonging to existentialism, thank you for sharing this poem.