The death of beauty (the pain of time)
To live is to die, to see the young grow, the old die.
To live is to realise that we exist, and then to realise that we're all destined to the same fate. Yet, to live is to see, to hear, to perceive the infinite beauties that surround us.
A hundred years may pass, but I will have heard this beautiful melody. And if I don't remember it, at least I know that I can hear it now. To live is to be doomed to the present, to an unstoppable river called time. The breeze is fresh sometimes, but the waterfall awaits and our little boats are not strong enough to survive it.
But the melody sings and dances. The beauty, so sweet, fills us with the love that only existence can bring. Short or long, our lives are always now.
The winds that brought us joy may stop coming today.
Stop, like the last impact from the wrecking ball before the structure collapses. The butterfly that flew will have flown. The echo will recede, give way to silence.
But will my love ever stop? The love I felt, now I forgot, and new love has found a path into my heart. But the old love will always live in the past. Time keeps a little hut and it resides there, in a valley or a prairie, covered by blue skies, shaken by the spring wind, swayed by the melody of a thousand songbirds and crickets and rain frogs.
And the new love lives in a mansion with infinite rooms to explore. It's surely happy in its brain-home, sharing room with unborn stories, poems and ideas.
Many have died, but they also lived.
In the present lives the past and the future; unseen, maybe, but just as real. A young dancer in 1537 had, once in his life, a happy dance. A lover found requited love. A little girl smiled so hard she felt her cheeks in pain, and yet kept smiling, feeling the strong happiness fill her body like a balloon.
Death? I will certainly die. But I will have lived this moment. I will forget it, but that will not have changed its presence. It will not stop it from existing. It will fly forever, unknown to others for an eternity, yet not one bit less real.
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In this life everything dies, everything changes, but " Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends..."
This is very beautiful, and I must admit I got pretty lost in it several times over. The long music is very soothing too. Time will keep my moments trapped in your posts in a box forever. Thanks :)
:P I also got a bit lost in it. I even found it strange to have to end it. So entranced I was that when I put the last word, I felt like, if I left it like that, with no footer/signature, the reader might just stay there, thinking instead of posting a comment or something, so I had to cruelly cut it.
And yup-yup, also this comment and your comment and every word we've shared. It'll all stay recorded in existence, like a trascendental blockchain.
So poetic is death in your imagination.... Makes me think of many great thinkers from my country India who never found death to be something to run away from...
:) I've read a bit about that style of philosophy. I find it very fitting for my life-views. I think many people cry over the unavoidable. For me, it's more satisfying to see it all as wind passing through the plains. Time comes, time goes, and we enjoy or do not enjoy the present.
Here it is imagined as crossing a river.... Once you reach the other bank you reach your final destination
That, too. I hadn't thought of it as a trip. Thank you for making me see it in a new way. :)
Excellent! I love reading truth, especially when it's bursting with beauty.
I noticed hints of 'Greensleeves' by King Henry VIII in the music. Nice.
Great stuff, Sharon.
cheers
Anj x
:))) Thank you for the compliments!
I love this kind of music. I often spend many hours a day listening to various albums of this nature. There's plenty I love.
to live for today..
To live for each passing second.
To live, to see ; To live, to die
Death will never be a hindrance for you to live a good life. :) It's always your decision and will always be your choice.
I don't know why but your writing made me smile the whole time. It's because I'm amazed by your quirkiness and creativity.
Can I just keep this? This is is one of my favorites so far. ^^
:))))))) I'm glad you liked it so much. And yeah! Keep it, share it, plagiarize it, print it and paste it on your boss's desk. I don't mind at all.
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How lovely is this post. You let your thoughts flow freely and every thought beautifully connected with the other and made so much sense. The following are my favorite lines from this post:
This is so true. Living is such a profound experience- one that encompasses so many things we do intentionally and unintentionally. Keep up the good work.
:) Living is everything, and at the same time, it's just an accident. It's very fortunate that we can experience it.
Thank you for your compliments and for telling me your thoughts about my writing. Your insights are really valuable.
Me likey, definitely following you. Check out my last post, the message is quite similar :)
https://steemit.com/art/@artzanolino/nt-25-i-am-i-am-and-so-am-i
:) I checked it out and it's great. Very nice poetry.
Also, I'm really glad you liked my work! Thanks for passing by.
Thank you, I'm looking forward to more.
You have good taste in bloggers Artzanolino! :D
Hey Maximus! Thanks, I'm doing my best to really find good, deserving and original content, I hope to be here for the long run 🖖🏽😎
Can't help but think this has something to do with our conversation the last time.
Do give me news when you know of anything.
Kisses!
:) I will.
Life is a great adventure and we can be eternal if we want. Great writing Sharon.