the impermanence of things

[lampofdiogenes]

the forever of a moment

reminds me of the impermanence of things.

as souls cry out for remembering,

lost thoughts are swept away.

deep within this cavern

of unfulfilled longing there is a spark of realization.

a small token of what remains,

for if memory is history;

the word is than the truth.

who is to be the interpretor of these things

if all men see things in a different light?

what common denominator will transcend

the diversity of thought that defines men?

johnne donne was right, "no man is an island",

for all islands are anchored to the same sea floor.

but, some men are sattellites

that hopelessly float around the center

never fully feeling the gravity of thier individuallity.

some of us feel as if we are lost

without the guidance and comfort of others,

while other's may feel smothered

by the presence or intrusion of company.

so i ask you,

where is the comfort of civilization

when you reach the end?

is there a light to climb towards

when you are at your bottom?

the grandiose philosophy espoused

by the purveyors of optimistic destiny

have an opposite effect on me

than the one they intend.

it seems to me that they intend to ignore reality

and bend the facts

so they can fit them in a personalized factotem.

i on the other hand am too pragmatic for that,

where they see a silver lining

i see the chrome bore of a gun.

so you see the impermanance of things

is not merely fodder for our diaries.

it is the unchangeable fact,

the undeniable reality that diamonds

may last longer than sh*t,

but in the end they too are dust.

opinion may swell our chests

or deflate our egos,

that is merely perspective.

the knowledge that we are powerless,

that with or without us life goes on;

that my friend is awareness,

our ability to comprehend all of these things

is the gift of humility.

at the end all we have

is the memory of things lost,

of a life forgotten,

and that is the true nature of the impermanence of things.

(c)2003 d.e. eastmond

[bonafidepoet]

"at the end all we have his memories of things lost"

the only thing guaranteed in life...

nicely done, sometimes i feel like
I am an island, but then i wake
and give thanks for another day blessed
with breath.

thanks for sharing this piece

peace

[lampofdiogenes]

when all men are islands

the world becomes an ocean of lonliness and despair.

that is a world unfit for beings of light.


thanks for reading. it's always good to know we are not alone, this old ranger is glad your around.

[bonafidepoet]

thanks,
i truely needed to hear that

good looking out

peace