Friday, 1 April 2011

Making sense of life

We are, therefore, divided by two great forces,
Our development shaped dualistically,
Our existence, binarily.
Divided by life and death,
Heaven and hell,
Right and wrong,
Positive and negative,
Light and darkness.
What lies in between lives in our memories.
Like a bridge that floats
Isolated from it's destination.

Where time and space intersect,
Where man and nature interact,
Where land and sea meet,
When semen and ovary combine,
The potency of the Divine is witnessed,
No void exists then.
The spirit of life continues to live in linear form.
We do not evolve, nor do we progress.
We merely peel off the next layer
Of what has already been crafted for us.

The magic of life is the experience;
Its tragedy: not being able to make sense of it.

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