Ashes in Waiting
by Odin Roark

Temporarily housed am I.

Time’s dust to dust,
now in once vacuous vessel,
reminds daily,
today’s filled becomes,
tomorrow’s empty,
patiently waiting

Its contents about to be
afloat by day’s night,
empowered by night’s day,
infused of galactic wonder,
forever journey’s infinity.

For might airborne echoes thrive
as microbial nomads in journey,
collecting resonance once of past elements,
now of whispered sunrises?

For everyday…

Eulogies dominate,
preparing for God’s world, says one.
He will be missed, says another.
Humanist’s words drift quietly
with no need for sound,
traveling through one’s translucent walls,
gathering costumes once performing,
now but shouldered discard baggage,
traveling toward destiny’s next adventure.

Hypocrisy mingles among the sanctimoniously truthful,
swirling flavors of life’s recipe,
a cosmic cauldron’s of infinite jest,
simmering denied evolution’s serving.

Meanwhile, eternity’s bonafide palate awaits.

Capsulized in the future…

My enclosure of porcelain walls,
invisibly inscribed with sagacious maxims
will remain my most endeared leave-behinds.
Wisdom once unknown,
discovered along the way when time
was still forging ahead.

Sadly…

Few know such consciousness,
hear both laughter and weeping,
know tears make room for joy,
that spent ducts of yesterday’s emotion
are but purging for futures to fill.

Yet, only now…

Through translucent vistas
do I see the savants’ words,
void of once challenged cognition,
now pure essence. Perhaps naked.
Like me.

How untainted foreseen freedom,
floating among the acquitted stars,
where guilt be not known,
where words transcend their meaning,
evaporating into all that is,
all that might be.

Some day…

I’ll be thrown free,
ash forever becoming one with the unknown,
the merging of life’s molecular-transients,
swirling from a cliff
upon ocean’s draft,
to mingle with eternity.

Time never runs short,
though the journey long,
where active beings,
sometimes human,
sometimes of different life form,
always remain moving,
traveling beside us,
never to be
idle turns of the hourglass.

Ah…

To once again soar,
rest,
evolve,
await,
become further love...

yet to be discovered.
Ashes in Waiting
by Odin Roark

Temporarily housed am I.

Time’s dust to dust,
now in once vacuous vessel,
reminds daily,
today’s filled becomes,
tomorrow’s empty,
patiently waiting

Its contents about to be
afloat by day’s night,
empowered by night’s day,
infused of galactic wonder,
forever journey’s infinity.

For might airborne echoes thrive
as microbial nomads in journey,
collecting resonance once of past elements,
now of whispered sunrises?

For everyday…

Eulogies dominate,
preparing for God’s world, says one.
He will be missed, says another.
Humanist’s words drift quietly
with no need for sound,
traveling through one’s translucent walls,
gathering costumes once performing,
now but shouldered discard baggage,
traveling toward destiny’s next adventure.

Hypocrisy mingles among the sanctimoniously truthful,
swirling flavors of life’s recipe,
a cosmic cauldron’s of infinite jest,
simmering denied evolution’s serving.

Meanwhile, eternity’s bonafide palate awaits.

Capsulized in the future…

My enclosure of porcelain walls,
invisibly inscribed with sagacious maxims
will remain my most endeared leave-behinds.
Wisdom once unknown,
discovered along the way when time
was still forging ahead.

Sadly…

Few know such consciousness,
hear both laughter and weeping,
know tears make room for joy,
that spent ducts of yesterday’s emotion
are but purging for futures to fill.

Yet, only now…

Through translucent vistas
do I see the savants’ words,
void of once challenged cognition,
now pure essence. Perhaps naked.
Like me.

How untainted foreseen freedom,
floating among the acquitted stars,
where guilt be not known,
where words transcend their meaning,
evaporating into all that is,
all that might be.

Some day…

I’ll be thrown free,
ash forever becoming one with the unknown,
the merging of life’s molecular-transients,
swirling from a cliff
upon ocean’s draft,
to mingle with eternity.

Time never runs short,
though the journey long,
where active beings,
sometimes human,
sometimes of different life form,
always remain moving,
traveling beside us,
never to be
idle turns of the hourglass.

Ah…

To once again soar,
rest,
evolve,
await,
become further love...

yet to be discovered.