Thinking of what was not, fills the lost space,
drawing the echo of what could have been,
of that which, in its silence, never came.
The magnetism that binds us,
is a connection that attracts and repels,
two poles meeting in the now,
ownerless, boundless, in the very same moment.
Guide your steps with power, in body and spirit, toward a past already at rest, toward a desired tomorrow, toward a present that beats and breathes.In the vast, endless universe, we live and die in a sigh, a spark in the eternal, a mark in the infinite.
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Author:
G.Cabús (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem, titled Ownerless, is a reflection on the fleeting nature of life and human connections, exploring the concept of being “ownerless” both in the sense of personal freedom and interpersonal relationships. Through the verses, I aim to capture the idea that we are constantly moving between the past, present, and future, without truly owning anything permanently. In the first part, I speak of what was and what never came to be, an echo of possibilities that never materialized. It’s a reflection on what is lost in the silence of time, what is no longer present, but still lingers in our memory. Then, the image of magnetism represents the relationships we have, which are both forces of attraction and repulsion. It’s a reminder that human connections are complex, that we can feel close and distant at the same time. In the poem, I also refer to the idea of guiding our steps with power and purpose, regardless of whether that path leads us to the past or the future. The present is what truly matters, that moment that pulses and breathes, full of life and action. Finally, I end with a vision of the universe, where our lives are fleeting, almost imperceptible, but our actions and existences leave a mark on eternity, a small spark in the vast cosmos. This poem is a reflection on the inevitability of transition, on how connections are transient but still deeply meaningful, and on how, even though we cannot possess time or love absolutely, our lives still hold value in their brevity.
- Category: Spiritual
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