PASSING THROUGH
Well, here I am—I’ve come this far.
How far is that?
Some days I think I’m there--but I’m not sure.
Will I know when I arrive?
Could feel like yesterday.
Zowie! Suppose it’s really tomorrow?
Maybe it doesn’t matter.
So tell me, dear hearts—are you there?
For finding: that myself I have reborn
But not seen, is forever to persist
To gather around the seasons of space with the everlastingness of event
With the layered energy as it is made of things.
Into the logical fiber of the tribute: a thought arises
And stays on course, slowly progressing, not done.
By fear: the fear that’s been since forever,
In the same space the inseparable normal good
Being passed through mankind
Came accessible to me: I fade into remoteness
We're all passing through:) And sadly, we might enjoy more if we weren't always reaching for a moment that hasn't arrived yet and ignoring the ones in the present...
Warmest wishes to you
Chase
Thanks for sharing and keep the faith our best days are ahead of us.
God Bless You and Your Loved Ones
Enjoyed the poem "Passing Through". Makes one think. Kinda matrix and passionate dreaming. Nice work. Please feel free to visit my site at www.freewebs/kendoo or at meettheauthors group and here in the 'den'.
Arthur
Great piece..love it!
Vesna*
Sherry
I'm so confused. Sometimes I don't know if I'm coming or going. ( lol ) Wonderful write.
Interesting thoughts on, tomorrow.
Welcome to the Den!
Lisa