We are
the buds and the blossoms
the late-falling leaves
the arc fulfilled
the time come
come to the here
and the now
for all
that we are
at this moment eternal
gazing
into the fractured mirrors
of peace
love
and undersanding
embracing belief
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rob kistner © 2023
Poetry at: dVerse
Those things are definitely fractured pieces, aren’t they. Thank you, Rob.
My vision in this piece Merril was this. The buds of the young folk, the blossoms are the young adults, the early falling leaves, are the old folks like me, and the arc fulfilled all of those very near the end of their time. The time come refers to this moment that is critical for humankind. We’ve simply after rediscover basic importance of peace, love and understanding.
We are the beginning and the end but, the time is now to mend and see in hopes of changing the path we are all on. Sigh we are all connected generation to generation.
How are you, my friend?
Yes we are True, it is all connected environmentally and karmacaly… 🙂 The hank you for asking my friend. I am doing good True, doing my best to help my wife do battle with her throat cancer. The surgeru seems to have gone well, now she begins weeks of radiation treatment.
Maybe in all this we are that journey, the budding and wilting all at once.
We are definitely the sum of our whole, positioned somewhere unknown, along our personal timeline. This, my friend, is me simply believing, and certainly hoping, that my life cycle, is reflected throughout in peace, love, and understanding. Right now in this world, these concepts, I believe must be fundamental and essential, are, if not shattered, certainly cracked to some degree. It is this brokenness that begets our world’s conflicts and problems. That is the frustrated, enraged hippie in me — speaking out! 🙁