Wednesday, 13 May 2009

  • Life is Beautiful

    Monday's post was initially a guest post on Simbathe2nd's blog, Intimate Relationships Between Women and Men, but there have been those have requested a part two, so I moved it here.  I've considered it, and whether it will be in the form of a part two or an expanded post, I'm not entirely certain.  Either way, such a post would be more difficult to write than this and so I cannot guarantee when it would be complete.  If you have not read it yet, I'd highly recommend it.  Okay, so I wrote it, but that isn't why.  I believe most people will find it thought-provoking.

    In the meantime, I will post other things that have been in my mind for a while.  Today's was all written today, however.  Or should I say yesterday's was written yesterday since it is presently after one in the morning.

    Anyway, instead of riding in the vehicle between stores, I walked them.  And this is what came out of it.  It grew in my mind and I'm beginning to understand, not just in my reasoning, for I've a had feeling this was what indeed happened for a little while now, but on a spiritual level, that true art does not come from the artist at all, but that he discovers it, or is given it.  Anyway, it expresses something that's been happening lately, in my life as well as with several other friends.


    Life is beautiful, even with its fated turnings
    all writ before our day
    and we choose whichever narrow path, or wandering,
    we wish to slake or slay.

    And every tear we bleed is perpetrated
    by the fear of truth we fight
    from the very lips of God.
    For every sunset is but a death
    as blue fades to scarlet hue,
    like the heartbreak for a wayward love.
    But with a love within, without reason
    that chooses forgiveness for every plea,
    a love with depths unplumbed that would
    spur one to sacrifice the life of the mortal
    self
    as quick as kill for their One.

    And with the faintest gleam as light escapes,
    life springing from the death of that long sleep,
    the darkness catches flame to show
    that with its bitter and its sweet life is beautiful.

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