You reach the universal by staying at home
The cat purring on your lap ,
a cup of tea or coffee that empties
like the fountain of a sleeping memory .
Beloved shadows smile and pass silently by ...
The old clock ticking away the tale of lives.
For so long resting under a graying marble,
leaving me alone with heartbreak of a soul
yearning for the heights ...
The universal is like a wise book closed
over held-back tears ...
In the evening of life we look back ,
greeting with acceptance the years gone
by like clouds in a hurry ...
And we find the universal child .
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
A write that gives pause and requires more than one reading and even then it goes deep.
At the end of the path we look back..I am a fresh incarnated soul !
In my old armchair an even older occupant who has greater truth, more perspective than when involved in the events and relationships now recalled.
Rich in detail, your portrait feels like empathy to me.
Soothing reflection.Thank you !
In "the evening of life" I do feel that clock ticking. I suppose we all contemplate our evening; you do it so well.
With infinite sweetness ...
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