The Voyage to Nowhere
Preparing oneself
For the voyage to nowhere
While celebrating
The wonder
Of this interlude of being.
I’ve been front row
In the audience
At this fiery circus,
Watched the performers
Dance and spin,
Breathed in
The atmosphere,
Heard the
Cacophony
Of organic music,
And delighted
At the anarchy
Of this complex web
Of which I am part.
I have made my statement
By creating ripples
That pass on
The ecstasies
Of my short sojourn
In this magical kingdom
Called life;
Made all the more precious by its brevity.
Opher – 4.1.2020
It seems so long but it is so short. You breathe and it has gone.
Surrounded by wonders of suns, stars and swirling planets dancing. By microscopic atoms with their electrons and particles dancing. Surrounded by an anarchy of life, of geology, amid history, philosophy and art.
One only has to open ones eyes to see majestic wonder, to open ones ears and hear music, to think and realise the incredibility of the moment.
We are here, then we are gone. We leave behind ripples that affect it all. We are busy making ripples.
I hope mine do more good than harm. I hope to have made the most of every instant.
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