In this short time on this rock
Let me tell you, the tale of Sisyphus
For we, as humankind, share his fate,
Endlessly toiling, burdened by weight.
Like Sisyphus, we push our boulder uphill,
Striving for solace, seeking moments to fill,
Each day living in pursuit of joy,
Yearning for liberation from the burdens we face.
Yet as we labor, our hopes rise,
An illusion of happiness.
For as we reach the pinnacle, the boulders rolls back
and erases the myth of happiness
we so gladly believe and chase after
In this ceaseless cycle, we find no reprieve,
Trapped in the web of what we believe.
We chase the dream of a burden-less existence,
Yet find ourselves trapped in constant persistence,
For the illusion of happiness is fleeting,
As we face each day, endlessly repeating.
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J.Maria
Musician/ Writer
A Flower Song
Apparently the Aztecs, Toltecs, Chichimecs and other Mexica were crazy about poetry. Despite the book-burning, slaughter, and epidemics that characterized the early stages of the Spanish conquest of the empires of Mexico, some hundreds of poems from the height of their tradition come down to us in Classical Nahuatl, preserved by Nahua and Spanish scholars of the 16th century. One of the most famous poets, Nezahualcoyotl, was a sage-king who opposed the cult of human sacrifice associated with Tezcatlipoca, God of the Smoking Mirror, and favored Quetzalcoatl, the Feathered Serpent. Flowers and feathers were the favorite offering of the Plumed Serpent. Moreover, flowers and feathers are a metaphor for poetry. Individual words, scattered petals, the down of tropical birds. The temples of blood sacrifice could be transformed into temples of flower and song. A sublimated offering to the Heart of Earth and the Heart of Sky encapsulated in the Classical Nahuatl kenning for poetry: in xōchitl in cuīcatl, meaning, "the flower and the song." The following poem is part of a longer work, and is in a state of flux, so take the waters as they flow:
By Rob Angeli2 days ago in Poets
Standing Still
There are very few moments in life where time truly stands still. When your breath is taken from your chest and your body hangs weightless in that moment. Just long enough for it to stay with you from that day onwards. Deep in the red sands of the Australian Outback, I found that moment and clung to it forever.
By Kevin McLaughlin2 days ago in Wander
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