I awoke a brief time ago to my true self. Whatever chains that hindered me fall upon the Earth. They lay decoupled and remiss in wear and use. What purposes shall they now render? What good is that which hath lost its use to mortal kind? Is it to be cast aside, forever lost in a whirlwind of change and remediation? Is our world to forget the transient nature of its existence?
We so humble few, so deject and lost of this fair mortal coil, where have we gone astray? Where did our lives fade from their true enigmatic purpose in this World? Are we sheep so lost we may never find our pastures?
I walk alone on the soils of my brethren, coasting across faded shores which have been ignored and abandoned so long ago. Land long since abandoned, remiss for so many an age.
Where are you my people? Where is the love in these lost columns? Hath man no need for your shimmer, your piercing majesty? Are we to see these planes of conception and experience as they are, as they will us to be, or are we the lost bands of travelers roaming from place to place, never to find our home--neither here on this fertile soil, nor across the vast ocean of stars shining out across a distant night sky?
This writing piece has lovely images, Chris. Guess I'm selfish but would still like to see a poem version.
ReplyDelete