Some day Light will shine through night
all will unite under the sun
In its peace dark will hold no fright
Life without death will run
All shades of ink become black
where with light it is white
When all colors bleed into one
black into white will run
Life's energy reincarnated is our mother
Living things, brothers and sisters in this fight
In eating one another we become the other
This does not make it wrong or right
White a conglomerate purity
Black blended healing salve of mystery
the two a universal surety
combine to form eternities diversity
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: September 18th, 2023 06:53
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Comments5
A fine write SB.
Thanks Orchi
As I read this beautiful poem I see in my minds eye the yin and yang, opposing forces complementing each other.
"Life's energy reincarnated is our mother", energy neither created nor destroyed, but eternal. This is mind bending, mind broading, mind blowing in the best possible way. Brilliant!
Thank you so much Bella your words of kindness they are deeply appreciated friend
What I see is an incredible amount of acceptance in being who we are being allowed to be who we are and being proud of who we are. Diversity is what makes for a very rich culture indeed. 💖
Thank you Teddy for taking your time to sort through this piece. I so appreciate your review.
May that light forge the people on this world into a loving place for ALL.
Andy
Thanks Gold for the review and good wishes.
(forgive me dear Poet
I read your words and just couldn't help being inspired
thank you! for these important and ever timely words)
black nor light
refracted atoms and gases, electron painted
as a façade of identity and skies
we look at a mirror
point at skin tonality, fight to find
differences
us and them mindset
learned behaviour, so as to narrow perspective
we're too scared of potential's: potential
so we limit horizon to our zip codes
its scary
how childish our adult years become
as children, we run around
light as our rainbow of skip in our heart
never caring of the who, just the act
in their what..
Luther's dream, is merely a recollection of our childhood years
but we're too stubborn
so we point fingers
and hate at our life's mirrors...
wage wars at our kin
Hate, that we recognise as natural
just, so we can belong
to a herd, who would abandon us
the minute we started to limp...
reaching for ghosts
we paint our dreams, into nightmares
make reality a scapegoat for our incredulity's belligerent ignorance
Your words always poetic. I have the privilege of reading a new poem from you each time I read your reviews. But not only poetic but full of wisdom as well, rare in today's world. I thank you my friend for words.
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