Adversity and defeat
It doesn't matter if you lose it all
and all your life turns into something of a blackout
of disasters, tragedies, black holes and Armageddons,
all that means nothing, like all wars and slaughters,
the world wars were but parentheses
meaning nothing really to the course of history,
the reapings and the sowings coming regularly anyway,
while you alone in all the universe
are always there and in the middle of it all,
the hub of the rotating universe,
which no defeat can touch
and no adversity has any right to bother,
since you are a soul and sovereign as such,
a spiritual being of supreme integrity,
a god of consequence and some untouchability,
while all the world and universe is just a mess
the sole purpose of which is to serve you.
This might seem a bit presumptuous and preposterous,
but it is actually the truth.
It's hard to face it for its splendour and supremity,
and people usually prefer to look another way,
but it is always there, reminding you
if not before, in death, that you can not escape
that you are doomed to be yourself and no one else
forever in the now that is eternity.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2011-03-24 at 15:43
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