The object and subject , the spectacle and witness. What binds them both? What was before nobody could appreciate? Did this all exist? If yes then why and for whom?
Retracing steps
In the start there was nothing,
and in this nothingness lay,
everything.
then there was light,
and to see it ,an eye,
a heart to rebel,
a mind to contemplate,
so began this journey,
to sin and sinners,
virtue and saints,
hell and heaven,
few wandered ,others squandered,
some realized the gist,
while many hit the pit.
A heretic, however
travelled a road,
seldom chosen,
A path that lead to,
neither ice nor fire,
sainthood nor sin,
A journey to obsecurity,
a transcendence to void.
and in the end there will absolute silence,
in it,
the Truth.
Poetry by sagi
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Written on 2014-04-17 at 01:56
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