On and on time flows while we remain resigned to what each moment brings,
Tis but by virtue that our souls ascend towards life’s heavenly springs,
For through life’s journey the hearts of men amend
As phase by phase the patient, begin to apprehend
That vision by which souls may rest restored
Through earnest seeking the sincere behold their Lord
Yet the state of man at present is incongruous to truth
Hearts though beating absent, minds though awake aloof
In that desultory state despondent despair abides
In hearts and minds somnambulant neither love nor truth resides
While ill ideals, illusions that give our world its form
Spread unabated, inscribed in hearts overborne shaping souls forlorn
Souls forged in defiance, quixotic to the core
Proclaiming our age the apotheosis of all that came before
Myopic this vision that sells virtue for vice
Sense is recentred to excite and entice
To obscure and bewilder our innate intuition
Spirits stripped of the sacred by secular attrition
Oh, what an age in which we reside
Denuded of all truths, in which to confide
A reality flattened, by selves devoid of depth
Who swarm the ocean’s surface, satisfied by its length and its breadth
Will none plunge beyond the apparent, to depths that dismantle the self
As the pearl of the ocean floor, sought by the diver in pursuit of true wealth
Know that you reside in the depths of midnight
This world’s banquet is nearing its end
Its most honoured guests have taken their leave
But their faint memory can souls such as ours receive
Those who remain dance in the decadence of descent
Revelling in rebellion against the echoes of the past
Spurning divine reverberations over eons sustained
Threads of truth now severed in the defiance of this moment’s breath
A breath forever baited, now meaning has met its death.
Rest assured dear soul, the river of life was destined to run this course
Each moment flowing further from the purity of its source
Consider the tear from heaven dispelled
Till its meeting with the earth its meaning lay quelled
Its fall made in seeming isolation
Yet the despair of its descent precedes its arrival’s elation
Though we find ourselves traversing rocky terrains
Be sure all is well, but a fleeting moment remains
As this river runs its course, becoming what it was destined to be
United with the ocean
Unbounded, set free
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