Impermanence

Fascination…radiant and deep

Within our bony hollows beat the hearts of kings, peasants and the dead.

We are a clever bunch, we slippery, shaved-smooth apes.

The first to look within…and know

We sail ships to horizons new

Pushing ever outward to know what we know not now…yet will.

Wave upon wave of humanity, ever eroding the façade of perfection…

Our gods fall away as we grasp the universal song

So many paths leading to the same point on the mountaintop

So different the voices in one choir to cultivate but one hymn

How doggedly we ascribe to the notion of destruction

The first to look within and know…and yet we walk to war.

Scott Palmer –

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Bernard Marx
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Nice work TRP,

For some reason this passage from Thoreau’s Walden comnes to mind:

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Hopeington
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Really enjoyed A Thief in the Temple.
The barefooted thief slinks away without worrying a breeze.
Loved that line. Keep up the good work!

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Emerald1943
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I am no poet, but I know beauty when I read it! This is beautiful!

“The first to look within and know…” reminds me of a comment by Carl Sagan once, “We are the universe seeking to understand itself”.

Thank you, thank you! Please post more!

Is your book being published? If so, where can I buy a copy? I have several friends who would love this too! Thanks, TRP! I’m so happy to see you back here this morning!!

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whatsthatsound
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Very beautiful! Very impressive!
Thematically, not stylistically, it reminds me of one of my favorite poems, “Ozymandias” by Shelley.

I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed.

And on the pedestal these words appear:
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
(1818)

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Khirad
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So different the voices in one choir to cultivate but one hymn

Liked that line a lot.

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