Holiday in Reality
A holiday in reality,
Sojourn under the sun,
A treat with all five senses
Blink, and it’s gone.
Opening eyes to infinity,
Tasting something sweet.
Touching is believing,
Hands, brain and feet.
A holiday from oblivion,
Respite from the void.
Exposed to everything.
No time to get annoyed.
Under a zillion stars,
Stuck to a rock,
Basking in the sunshine:
A key without a lock!
A holiday in reality,
Sojourn under the sun,
A treat with all five senses
Blink, and it’s gone.
Opher – 8.2.2024
Life. What could be better?
Brought to you by the wonders of chemistry whose wondrous laws created biology.
Precious life on a planet hurtling through space.
Five senses coupled to a brain enable us to appreciate the awesome wonder of this spectacle.
Brought to you through billions of years of evolution.
We’re on the journey of a lifetime.
Discover, investigate, gorge yourself. Delight.
Nothing is not better.
Enjoy.
Standing on a ledge
We’re all standing on a narrow ledge.
Any moment we could fall.
On the edge of an abyss
Could be at the end of it all.
On the brink of nuclear holocaust.
We live every single day
As if it was our very last
As we work, rest and play.
Nothing is at all secure
Though we pretend it is.
Swerving death every day
In this game of hit and miss.
We expect every day to repeat
As if there is no change.
But increment by increment
We mutate into the strange.
Opher – 2.10.2022
Life is short and fragile. The time when we are young is fleeting. At every turn danger lurks. It’s a wonder anybody lives to old age.
One moment of inattention. One instant of bad luck. One push of a button. One pull of a trigger.
We Live, We Love, We Die.
We Live, We Love, We Die
In the debris,
In the rubble,
Underground,
Or running for our lives.
We Live, We Love, We Die
As statistics
In a paper,
In the war room
As they plot.
We Live, We Love, We Die
All there is,
A brief moment,
Clinging to existence
Consigned to eternity.
Opher – 30.3.2022
Life is cheap. It means everything to us but it means nothing to them. It means nothing to the planners of war. It means nothing to eternity.
We cling to existence in the face of forever. We end up as statistics. That’s all.
Ultimately life just is ……… a collection of moments hovering in infinity.
The war rages in Ukraine, Yemen, Somalia and the rest. All around the world countries prepare for war, they build warships, bombers, fighters, tanks and submarines. They manufacture missiles and bombs. They stock nuclear devices.
They are preparing death.
It is madness.