Don’t chat about immortality on diner stools…
she said it could not be
she neither likes it nor believes it
this has to be the only time
for who could bear that repetition
even just one more cycled iteration
this dreary unpotential existence
and I saw in her unseeing
the root of wide illusions
for when and where exactly
did anyone assert, propose, imagine
that next lives parrot past ones
in circumstance or personality
you don’t suspect what you really are
staring vacant into the habitual
linking self to the atomic tediums
stunned another eternity by mechanism
while divinity glistens past the rim
of your sleep encrusted eyelids
the river lives past the dead window
each pane a shard of impressions
we think ourselves that hazy glass
alive from instant to instant
we think the river static,
a thing less remarkable than money
awaken while there’s still time for sleeping!
_______RS
[ Image : cannot remember where I found this photo… a beautiful Arab or Persian ney flute, a faceless musician cloaked in black. But can I offer you a very nice short multi-tracked ney piece by a talented and tasteful musician? Listen. ]
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Beautiful !
thanks, Beatrice.
I love the line, “the river lives past the dead window”. Beautiful work.
me too. 🙂 merci!
Very interesting!
I am glad that it stimulates you. thanks 🙂
Thank you very much! 🙏🙏🙏😄😄😄🥀🥀🥀
Deeply haunting music! Sublime
Howdy Tamara! Yes, I agree with you on this. Thanks for writing & wishing you a fulfilling Easter week.
Thank you. Happy Easter! ♥️
Wow! I really enjoyed this remarkable thought (the music is beautiful too:)
“we think ourselves that hazy glass
alive from instant to instant
we think the river static,
a thing less remarkable than money”
How nearsighted we all have become…
Thanks Karima! And yes, hard to top some good breathy ney flute melody… as Rumi pointed out. 🙂