What is the difference between all these people walking by,
and the traveling ice floating away, at the mercy of the flow?
No difference at all, both indifferent and fading
Both slaves of time and circumstances
People talking about people
ice melting and collapsing
the air filled with the sounds of footsteps
Of fabrics rustling, of the wind whistling and
the cars racing by
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Strangers avoiding at all cost other strangers
As if afraid of seeing one another
Much akin to the islands of ice drifting away
No difference at all!
These old people with nothing better to do
than walk along the shore,
How I pity their ignorance. Their ignorance yes!
Of how pathetic and tiny they are,
none the more important or significant than
these oh so intricate and innumerable
icebergs, following their path inexorably
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Just like we people, just like the sun, just like
everything really, nothing but concepts following a path..
For that is what life, existence, reality truly is,
a simple path to walk upon, until one either
bores himself to death or collapses from exhaustion;
to break and melt and vanish at once in the ether of all things
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So all these individual things, really, are
nothing more than the whole, undoubtably
The path and the walker and the ice and the strangers,
nothing but mirages cast on the veil of our perceptions,
lies of lies, the truth so distant after all...
Nonetheless, such beauty in the maelstrom of life.
Bliss even, amidst the despair of it all
About the Creator
YonathanJ
I've been an avid reader for as long as I remember, and a writer since childhood. Crafting stories fascinate me. I write to share my outlook on life, that is often taken too seriously. Hope you enjoy my writings
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