Saturday, December 19, 2009

Angelic Now

They dig the graves
Of moments decayed,
Kiss those corpses
And Muse is slayed.

Her benevolent smiles
Kindle flames of beings,
Their mistress in fantasy,
For her they sing.

Bemused by the trait the clergy asked,
Why such trait did Thou impart?
He smiled and said nay not me;
it’s your self which tends to flee.

You butcher the Now
Cry over its death
Have reasons to Smile
Yet worry over fate.

Harness a Lotus,
Take a deep breath
My angel is Now
Keep the faith.

Interpretation -

Muse - present
corpses - past
Mistress in fantasy - future
Lotus - metaphor for detatched mind (ancient texts)

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