Poetry: Transient Verses

Life is but a day; / A fragile dew-drop on its perilous way / From a tree’s summit.John Keats

Life binds time and space together with transitory mortal fibers / Awakened from the Void / The mind stirs / Strains against annihilation / Tears at the fabric of reality / Fashions ornaments of hope / Offers up prayers / Evolves Love

Afloat on the immensity of eternity / Circuits of ever-dying-ever-living souls / Inhabiting numinous robes / Whirl and swirl around / Awash in disregarded glory / Searching for the ends of their noses – – No permanence is ours; we are a wave / That flows to fit whatever form it finds. / Through night or day, cathedral or the cave / We pass forever, craving form that bindsHermann Hesse

Playing follow the leader / Lining up daily to be vaccinated against reality / Multitudes shield their eyes from illumination / Willfully denying the limitless wealth of their eternal nature / Sanctifying monetary goodies instead – – As wave is driven by wave / And each, pursued, pursues the wave ahead, / So time flies on and follows, flies, and follows, / Always, for ever and new. What was before / Is left behind; what never was is now; /And every passing moment is renewed. – Ovid

Live with a buoyant spirit instead / Evanescing existence / Flares and fades / But o’ the heavenly light it casts / Can last to the ultimate end – – But life is just a party, and parties weren’t meant to last. Prince

Published by cewheeler

Writer/Artist:12 years in China – univ. lecturer: writing,poetry,culture; editor – magazine/newspaper & actor. 40 years students of the Tao. Traveler. Father. Read my books at: amazon.com/author/wheelerce

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