blazeofglory
04-27-2008, 04:25 AM
Is the birth gift of life?
So do all say.
I gainsay this, to widen the domain of life
To encircle an underworld, of the departed.
For life is incomplete without death.
That Life and death the same are old hackneyed talks
Bore me and I want to see it from a different angle
Life to me is a midpoint, a median between the deathliness of death
Sprightliness of birth
It is a process, not the thing, an event against the vastness of time and space.
God, religion, ethics, nation, beliefs, principles
These are veneers, and as fragile as lumps of snow in the sun
We educate ourselves and others,
But this is a leap up and down, within a periphery that does not get you anywhere
Your pride is pointless; your conceit is inane.
Life and death both are conceptions, and indeed there is no life and death
Man is neither born nor will he die
The seeming is as true the child’s imagination to see sheep in the floating cloud
I want to dissuade myself from the tangles of education
From the sayings of my seniors
From the readings of sacred texts
To put off the silhouettes of ideas that shroud truth.
So that I can see life between birth and death
Or Life is the summation of birth and death, undivided.
So do all say.
I gainsay this, to widen the domain of life
To encircle an underworld, of the departed.
For life is incomplete without death.
That Life and death the same are old hackneyed talks
Bore me and I want to see it from a different angle
Life to me is a midpoint, a median between the deathliness of death
Sprightliness of birth
It is a process, not the thing, an event against the vastness of time and space.
God, religion, ethics, nation, beliefs, principles
These are veneers, and as fragile as lumps of snow in the sun
We educate ourselves and others,
But this is a leap up and down, within a periphery that does not get you anywhere
Your pride is pointless; your conceit is inane.
Life and death both are conceptions, and indeed there is no life and death
Man is neither born nor will he die
The seeming is as true the child’s imagination to see sheep in the floating cloud
I want to dissuade myself from the tangles of education
From the sayings of my seniors
From the readings of sacred texts
To put off the silhouettes of ideas that shroud truth.
So that I can see life between birth and death
Or Life is the summation of birth and death, undivided.