Death, to the dead for Evermore

DEATH, to the dead for evermore
A King, a God, the last, the best of friends –
Whene’er this mortal journey ends
Death, like a host, comes smiling to the door;
Smiling, he greets us, on that tranquil shore
Where neither piping bird nor peeping dawn
Disturbs the eternal sleep,
But in the stillness far withdrawn
Our dreamless rest for evermore we keep.

For as from open windows forth we peep
Upon the night-time star beset
And with dews for ever wet;
So from this garish life the spirit peers;
And lo! as a sleeping city death outspread,
Where breathe the sleepers evenly; and lo!
After the loud wars, triumphs, trumpets, tears
And clamour of man’s passion, Death appears,
And we must rise and go.

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Soon are eyes tired with sunshine; soon the ears
Weary of utterance, seeing all is said;
Soon, racked by hopes and fears,
The all-pondering, all-contriving head,
Weary with all things, wearies of the years;
And our sad spirits turn toward the dead;
And the tired child, the body, longs for bed.

#Robert Louis Stevenson

 

Early for black, Late for white

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The night not so harsh by the nearest dark star.

Early black beckons the rebirth of morning’s news.

Perhaps, even…

alliance with dawn’s tearful dew.

Living with a challenge…not so worse then…just getting by.

No inequality between the devil’s complacency

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Angel’s delicate mystery.

Eternally internal’s examination…why ask why.

 

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Today,  the whole earth started crying…

Today, the whole earth started dying…

Today, the whole earth started laughing…

All these doubts that complicate the mind.

Duality… dependent in this natural world.

Good’s intersection with bad has unfurled.

the Days of our Lives

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To see a world in a Grain of  Sand, And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, And Eternity in an hour.   -William Blake

So difficult to give our love to someone…knowing, at some point, we will never see them again!