We are
not only
what we are
but a part
of the whole.
We are
but a moment
sleeping on the
lap of time
as the dew drops
on the leaves
of time.
Yes, in this
world of relativity
absolute has no place.
Absolute cannot imagine
its life without the relativity
and relativity cannot grow
unless the heart in which
it lives, grows with it.
But what it is
that distinguishes
absolute from the relativity?
The solution may open up
new horizons and lay
the foundations
of new canons
of understandings.
Whatever they be,
We have tasted both.
A portion of us lives
both in the absolute
and the relativity.
Love, it is a bridge
between them.
They inter-connect through it.
"We are but a moment sleeping on the lap of time"... what a wonderful truth and picture that is, Bhuwan. For some that sleep is very troubled whilst for others it is taken with ease. We are so very temporal and yet part of an absolute and eternal "bigger picture", I believe. That love is the redemptive and sustaining essence is, in my mind, without question. It is the bridge, as you say, between humanity; between us and God; between the past, present and immortal future. Living in love, we can indeed bring together the absolute and the relative. I believe that there IS absolute truth - and that love is it! You speak the words of a prophet here, Bhuwan. Blessed are your children to be nurtured and fathered by you. LOL Kate xx
Beautifully spoken Bhuwan!If anyone knows love is a bridge,
it's you Bhuwan!I'm praying and Peg will be in touch;-)Bless
all of you and I know whatever happens with Ram she is in Good
hands! Peace to you my friend! Love, Eileen
I echo Robert's comments. If only humanity could just come to that understanding, this would be a much better place to live in. I like this poem very much.
Just as life during the pandemic was color-coded with different hues representing different levels of danger, life in its aftermath has become shaded in similar ways. As a self-styled “Seeker of Beauty with Beauty,” (borrowing from a quote by W.E.B.
In a post-coup America, an Illinois farm boy is drawn into the resistance by his brother's death. Captured, he is given a choice: betray his friends, or the girl he loves will be lobotomized.
Glad to read you again
Love Ch'erie
A magnificent poetic achievement - a superb and wonderful write!!
Robert
who read it.
Awesome write Bhuwan
Love Is MYTH,True Love Is COMPASSION_
Credit For Write!
TRASK
Love Tinka
Reindeer
Hugs,
Tami
but a moment
sleeping on the
lap of time
Quite profound, Bhuwan; and we should all use that moment as wisely as you do.
Excellent write. :)
it's you Bhuwan!I'm praying and Peg will be in touch;-)Bless
all of you and I know whatever happens with Ram she is in Good
hands! Peace to you my friend! Love, Eileen
Carmen :-)
a very well developed poem ...