MORTALITY

by Modar Neznanich

 

Quietly whispers the winds of time

As they flow calmly around us.

So carefully do they affect us

That we take no notice of them.

Until one day a reflection

Of days gone past catches our eye.

Bringing to our mind the realization

Of life's fleeting existence.

Thenceforth does the most minute

Become dear and precious.

And the most grievous err unto us

Seem but the slightest of mistakes.

We attempt to correct the wrongs

That only we sense we have done.

And bring enlightenment to others

Of what we see as life's true meaning.

Yet end up shaking our heads

As the message can't be understood.

For we are at a different level

Of awareness that can't be explained.

So we follow our own misty path

Preparing for the next step we must take.

Then finally with a sense of ease

Do we seek peace in the arms of time.

Wrapping ourselves in the golden glow

That is the beginning of true life.


1998, 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007  Ron Knight/Modar Neznanich
2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014 Ron Knight/Modar Neznanich

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