Music for the End

“And with endings”

(Which always beget beginnings,)

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MUSIC FOR THE END

I shall not go into tomorrow
( though I may dream there).

These poems poised to begin again.
Our music, the only thing to give us birth.
What the endless aeons of starlight have waited for.

At this river’s edge – the taste of tears and flowers.
I shall dream tonight the distance –
Roaring waterfalls in Yolmo,
And the pearl liquid silent waters:
Loch Craignish after rain.

Do what we may, it will never be enough.
We paint the day and start again.
The gods have cursed us with their beautiful weaknesses.
With poetry that will not stay,
With friends and with loves
And with endings.

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About Ben Naga

Pilgrim on the lam. Please feel free to explore the links to learn more. I trust you will find some things there will have been worth the effort. See you there.

Posted on April 17, 2017, in Poem - Not Written By Me Though, Reposted from elsewhere. Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

  1. Lovely write, though I don’t consider myself cursed, far from it. I consider myself enormously blessed to witness the beauty of this realm. I am only sad at the foolishness of human beings, ignorant of this amazing opportunity. Aloha.

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  2. Wonderful words Ben.. SO apt right now.. may we remember the power of NOW as we begin our own New Days..
    Love and Blessings.. ❤

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