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Poetry 2000-..... |
I had written this poem when my doctors said I might have a serious systemic disorder, or not too serious, thus my thoughts were something along the lines of how much time do I have anyway? In the meantime, what would I think if I ever met this guy named Grim and he had something to say?
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He handed me an hour glass Turned it over in my palm Told me "Have no fear Release anxiety, be calm. For all that you went through We fast forward and rewind This is where you always are Living Death is all you'll find. You sleep to dream and wake The clock spins twice around You end up where you started A seed back in the ground. Transmigration is a journey Evolving with the earth Welcome every chance To redesign your birth." I asked the Reaper why to sow With a scythe as if to scare Covered in black as a skeleton The ghost of all despair? He said, "Untrue be this myth Like many so made up Look here and see the rainbow At the bottom of my cup! In my right hand is this goblet A spiritual drink not mentioned. Close your eyes and look again At the Separatist Invention I take you all religious or not Well or sick, old or young The only sin is creating Gods Confining every One Unification is the circled secret The Uni-verse but contains When all is said and done Love is what remains. Ciera S. Louise c. March 04, 2006 |