In the Endless Sea

Tristan Robert Lange

In the finite sunshine

Clouds move in,

They darken the mood

And sway the mind.

 

What was found in stride

Has been lost,

What was newly discovered,

Has been forgotten.

 

In the endless sea

Whose waves churn fierce,

All things, yes, all things

Are always reborn.

 

Yet nothing new arises.

There is no originality.

All things, yes, all things

Are completely recycled.

 

Even death isn't unknown.

It maybe individually new,

But life has been ceasing

As long as it has been birthing.

 

In every life

There is profound death!

In every struggle,

There is an expiration.

 

In the endless sea,

Whose waves churn fierce,

All things, yes all things

Are constantly dying.

 

Yet nothing kills life;

It never ceases.

All things, yes, all things

Ebb and flow in life.

  • Author: Tristan Robert Lange (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 23rd, 2017 12:30
  • Category: Nature
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  • Edthepoet

    Reminds me of an Alan watts quote "imagine what it's like to wake up, having never been to sleep" excellent poem, really enjoyed it.

  • Tony36

    Well written and expressed Great write



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