I have never imagined I’m 45 years old,
Older than my respected artists and philosophers today
May die anytime
How did others win against fear?
“It” makes me don’t think about clearly sky
What am I afraid of?
You know, a lot of flowers around the world
Alcohol, tobacco, drugs and excessive sex, etc…something like that
Is God a kind of such flowers?
God makes me see sweet dreams?
Why are there brilliant flowers in infinite field?
Why does wind from the sea feel so comfortable?
Why do I pray to the dawn?
Maybe for burning out all of flowers…
Is there anything left in the naked land?
Do you call “Hope” it?
Really am I alone?
Is true God that makes me believe such?
Is snake evil, really?
Is woman evil, truly?
Is not man, do you believe this thesis?
Do you believe God cursed the earth and made man is like slave because of his sin?
Just living is so hard…I understand it using 45 years
Learn at highly university, work at good company, make money, get married, make children, be rich, sometimes visit shrines, temples, or churches and take a bite of philosophy, maybe is it normal life?
But cannot satisfy such life like a drop in the ocean,
What remains this nothing in me?
Am I greedy?
What is meaning of our life?
Talk about it, you will laugh
We have our own mission each, don’t us?
We continue to fight and are honored
Because of sin carved into us?
God makes us see sweet dreams?
What remains when I’m alone in front of “Eternity”?
What are true treasures?
I’m in fog and darkness of deep forest, as if the most advanced modern city in the world, and only walk one step and one step
There are always clouds in the sky
When will the sun appear?
God is always watching me
Because he’s free
For sure, anyway I will regret anytime
Because I’m greedy
“Beggars, you are blessed,
Kingdom of God is yours”
Because God's life is infinite and fills the emptiness
As of heat be transmitted to the cold
Why do I pray to the dawn?
Burn out all of brilliant flowers,
A wind is through naked land
Birds sing their newly learned songs
Sun illuminates everything on the earth
Is not man, do you believe this thesis?
- Author: Makoto Maruyama ( Offline)
- Published: July 18th, 2021 16:08
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
when we can realise, that having faith-in
or believing, in something
doesn't translate to us: 'Owning' - it
as our 'interpretation's, privatised - Monopoly'
then maybe, we can discuss
the topics you hypothesise, dear poet
until then, we're just all: 'gauging-out'
each other's eyes: 'blindly, guessing...!'
(thanks for sharing, such a thought provoking write, truly!)
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