Thankfully pondering (a pantheistic allegory)
Be our crib of fern, be it of moss -
and threaded, by dusk, of dewy beads
or, by shadows, bouncy, of trees, be
actually dappled of sun;
Be it rocked by the breeze at dawn
and a stream murmuring near, or
canopied by birdsongs softly waning -
as moonlight waxes - to a hush…
Always by its nature, and our own, will
pleasure and pain blossom and clamber -
like a single, essential dog-rose, inescapably.
Yet, is it not in our nature that we die
because we are born, and do we not begin
from metamorphic ends -
is all magic not an attribute of seasons
and are the seasons not a synonym
of spells?
Yes, and I am thankful; for such primeval
duality that is life’s ultimate gift of wholeness -
and my sudden (or, perchance, inborn and now
remembered) awareness of this.
-- © 2007 Alexandra* ~ OneLight*®
Profoundly thankful,
Amor
because we are born, and do we not begin
from metamorphic ends"
profound words illustrate the depth of duplicity this poem explores, reinforcing that death and life are ultimately synonymous and phases in our growing being ...
The Creator is within all Creation and all Creation is within the Creator.
Teu Joseph
"...we die because we are born..." then again, we really die? is the jewel-box or the diamond that it holds the most valuable?
Your words make us stop and think...as it should be.
Georg
Fee
It is a delicious representation of an abstract idea.
Blessings and love to you and Joseph ...
Richard
remembered) awareness of this.
I love how your thoughts ended here...and I like how it leads me elsewhere..."Thankfully Pondering..."
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Happy Thanksgiving to you and Joseph :)