Friday, September 24, 2010

The Abstractist

By the virtue of myth, an explanation was tried
Humble by the fleet, thoughts march up to the night
The soul lies in dreams with eyes tightly shut
Encircled by the spectrum of polychromatic light

Wishful thinking on the brink of a sunrise
Old ways are sinking , giving way to the wise
The soul lies in dreams with heart open wide
The gift of abundance cant be more precise

Sweet fragrance of self-discovery molds the mind
A lesson engraved with every moment unsigned
The soul lies in dreams with clarity in choice
The unification of the day leaves the answers behind

The chase for the meaning is the collage of space
Origins of life makes every move without a trace
The soul lies in dreams with a cosmic resurrection
Into the crater of nameless , the peaceful ways

Time has frozen, its only a factor with now
Flying grains of sand creates the bed somehow
The soul lies in dreams on this bed of earth
Embraces a wisdom, seeking the clear skies above

So divinely is the world organized that every one of us, in our place and time, is in balance with everything else.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749 - 1832)

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