The most beautiful thing in this world is the world
Monday, March 24, 2014
Last Question
The only question that always remains unanswered on the last part of the Battle.. Should I run away from all the impossibilities I may confront... Or should I await the possibilities I am drawn close to..
The blue pole star questions me: How much longer will I remain direction-less I am unable to give any answer readily, Just looking for a path I spent this whole life.
Someone had, out of affection, lit a light so bright, The sun appeared dull in comparison, I go round and round my own shadow in a fruitless search- Only to discover that someone is no longer present.
If I don't look for the path, the path searches me out, My mind understands or doesn’t understand- without comprehending. All around me, life flows by while I sit like a frozen stream Waiting and waiting…..
“………………you never chose your life,! You, you never asked for change, you never asked what you loved and you never found it, you never hurled yourself into the world that mattered most to you, never fought dragons that you thought could eat you up, never inched yourself out on cliff sides clinging by the tips of your skill a thousand feet over destruction because your life was there and you had to bring it home from terror! Choice,! Choose what you love and chase it at top speed and I your future do solemnly promise that you will never die from so what!.......” [Running from Safety] • The Last Question (1)
New love, new love, where are you to lead me? All along a narrow way that marks a crooked line. How are you to slake me, and how are you to feed me? With bitter yellow berries, and a sharp new wine.
New love, new love, shall I be forsaken? One shall go a-wandering, and one of us must sigh. Sweet it is to slumber, but how shall we awaken- Whose will be the broken heart, when dawn comes by?
(2)
The sun on my first dawn, as my Self was just awakened, asked: "Who are you?" I had no response.
Years and years have since bygone, on my last day, the last sun across the western ocean , on a quiet twilight, asked the last question: "Who are you?" I had no response.
The blue pole star questions me:
ReplyDeleteHow much longer will I remain direction-less
I am unable to give any answer readily,
Just looking for a path I spent this whole life.
Someone had, out of affection, lit a light so bright,
The sun appeared dull in comparison,
I go round and round my own shadow in a fruitless search-
Only to discover that someone is no longer present.
If I don't look for the path, the path searches me out,
My mind understands or doesn’t understand- without comprehending.
All around me, life flows by while I sit like a frozen stream
Waiting and waiting…..
“………………you never chose your life,! You, you never asked for change, you never asked what you loved and you never found it, you never hurled yourself into the world that mattered most to you, never fought dragons that you thought could eat you up, never inched yourself out on cliff sides clinging by the tips of your skill a thousand feet over destruction because your life was there and you had to bring it home from terror! Choice,! Choose what you love and chase it at top speed and I your future do solemnly promise that you will never die from so what!.......”
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The Last Question
(1)
New love, new love, where are you to lead me?
All along a narrow way that marks a crooked line.
How are you to slake me, and how are you to feed me?
With bitter yellow berries, and a sharp new wine.
New love, new love, shall I be forsaken?
One shall go a-wandering, and one of us must sigh.
Sweet it is to slumber, but how shall we awaken-
Whose will be the broken heart, when dawn comes by?
(2)
The sun on my first dawn,
as my Self was just awakened,
asked: "Who are you?"
I had no response.
Years and years have since bygone,
on my last day, the last sun
across the western ocean ,
on a quiet twilight,
asked the last question:
"Who are you?"
I had no response.