Music, asleep,life, race, love,rehearsal,forgetting,dream.
Image by Duru…via Fli
Life is not a race, it is a journey;
where the journey leads is mysterious unborn seed.
Those that love, believe in the sublime joke.
They don’t know this is not a rehearsal;
we are taking a journey towards the forgetting.
There is only one race…the human race
There is but one life…our life
Ageless soul, regain your youth…
We are born asleep not knowing where we came
We die asleep and return to the forgetting
Soul has no need to regain youth
Soul was never young
Do not be sad; there is no sadness without memory
Was all for naught?
Ask the visionary: the poet.
Poets lead the circus parade;
marching ever forward like boats beating backwards,
backwards into a dreamless past.
Yet, life can be an unforgettable music
that plays on and on…
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