Analysis
ANALYSIS
Deep night finds blossoming in dawn, where light
And shadow crystallise into a dream
Fit to enchant the dormant mind that might
Forever seek in vain to find a seam.
And is it with the day the mind begins,
Or is it that the mind begets the day
For light to rid the onion of its skins
And tinker with the clockwork in the clay?
Things change, things change beneath Eternity,
And when analysis shall have an end
What will remain? Beside a gallows-tree,
A victory banner floating on the wind.
Posted on October 2, 2020, in Poetry and tagged Consciousness, Life, Religion, Spirituality, Theology. Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.
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Simply beautiful, Ben! I love this. Crafted by a master.
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Reposted from 2011, although it was actually written back in 1978 when I was living in India. So glad you enjoyed reading it.
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This is brilliant writing ✍️
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Thank you. You are very kind to say so.
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