Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
Wandering the empty shores
Lost, with no direction.
How shallow life can become
The deeper one tries to understand it.
Like a dry river bed
Discovered in the desert,
All the hopes of sustenance
Lie barren before one's eyes.
That is the hope philosophy brings,
A paralyzing false assurance
That to think is to exist;
Yet, we think ourselves out of existence.
In reason, we have lost reality.
In wisdom, we have lost humility.
In science, we have lost mystery.
In spirit, we have lost ourselves.
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
Offline) - Published: February 28th, 2017 07:47
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
Good reflective write.
Thanks!!!
Well written and expressed
Thank you!!!
Welcome
Deep philosophical message here. Wow! Nicely done.
Thanks so much for reading and commenting! Much appreciated!
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