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Time and Blossom
- Time and Blossom -
A Meditation on My Existence
If thou thought to waken in me, some far recollection,
Then know that all the old memories, in me, are total.
Complete and whole, as approaching unto perfection,
The entirety of my being, and the core of my vast soul…
Which recalls those things thou could not hope to see.
Like the blossoms of the trees, by the ziggurats rough,
When the ancestors of the Babylonians, in true dignity…
Raised the sacred altars of the goddess, ne’er enough.
For the gods are insatiable, even I in maddest manner!
I who was in the past days, the mouth of my goddess…
When I sat in the temple atop the steps, by her banner.
When I walked with her, I recall her with all fondness!
“A queen with no crown swore an oath to the gods…
The day her world was engulfed in flames of conflict.
She swore that her people would conquer the odds,
And she held herself to her oath with a will so strict!
That queen I knew, and I stood by her side of old…
Even unto perdition, and beyond, into times passing.
We conquered death, but were conquered so bold,
Becoming mortal, whilst the gods were busy laughing.”
But below those storied stones, of her blessed temple,
There lay secrets unknown, kept by those in shadow…
Passed down through the ages, complex yet so simple.
Yet, to me, those are but one portion of what I know!
For those times, though ancient, were more recent far,
Than, the time before history had yet begun its’ march.
It is no idle fancy that I beheld many a hot distant star,
And on other worlds than this I began my mad search.
What had I hoped to find, that I did not possess once,
When on high I soared, and stood beautiful and bright?
Would thou understand if I told thee and realize thence,
The boundlessness of passion: in darkness and in light?
“None can conquer fate, for destiny is unique to each,
With every soul walking the path that is theirs alone…
I too swore an oath of old, as to Heaven I did reach!
But now I dwell on a world far from my ancient home.
That old life seems alien now for once human so long,
You forget what it was like to walk in celestial glory.
Sometimes you remember, and the memory is strong!
It inspires you to write and share an interesting story.”
If the cosmos could stretch forth its’ hand in pointing…
To the place where all life so began, that first paradise,
Whose waters were most clear, so blessedly anointing:
That world would be familiar to me, and its’ vast skies.
For, this too is mine to remember, and to pass down…
That the old secrets may not perish, but persist always!
There were cities and palaces built beneath the ground,
On that distant planet whose glory faded with the days:
Until what lay above ground fell into decay ceaseless…
And in the dark places, lurked evils that eternally haunt.
Some sins are too great even for the gods to confess…
I cannot speak of some, even had I so wicked a want!
“I often think of that queen, and I wonder after her so!
Does she ponder the things that I do, wisdom to bestow?
Of the ancient oaths we both swore, we kept our vow,
We endure throughout all time; we survive, even now.”
Better to speak of fair things, of roses and spring rains,
Than to dwell upon the fates of places long forsaken…
For any world can become lost, and fallen its’ domains.
Look not too deeply to Heaven lest faith grow shaken!
I once sought knowledge and I learned far too much…
Until I could not contain the things some see in dreams.
For my vision was cosmic and through it I did watch…
The ebb and flow of time and all of its’ infinite streams!
Is this what mortals seek to learn, and hope to fathom?
Then I pity them, for in discovering such, no joy exists.
Look instead, unto the simple flower with its’ blossom!
Hold it in thy heart, for that is where all beauty persists.
A Meditation on My Existence
If thou thought to waken in me, some far recollection,
Then know that all the old memories, in me, are total.
Complete and whole, as approaching unto perfection,
The entirety of my being, and the core of my vast soul…
Which recalls those things thou could not hope to see.
Like the blossoms of the trees, by the ziggurats rough,
When the ancestors of the Babylonians, in true dignity…
Raised the sacred altars of the goddess, ne’er enough.
For the gods are insatiable, even I in maddest manner!
I who was in the past days, the mouth of my goddess…
When I sat in the temple atop the steps, by her banner.
When I walked with her, I recall her with all fondness!
“A queen with no crown swore an oath to the gods…
The day her world was engulfed in flames of conflict.
She swore that her people would conquer the odds,
And she held herself to her oath with a will so strict!
That queen I knew, and I stood by her side of old…
Even unto perdition, and beyond, into times passing.
We conquered death, but were conquered so bold,
Becoming mortal, whilst the gods were busy laughing.”
But below those storied stones, of her blessed temple,
There lay secrets unknown, kept by those in shadow…
Passed down through the ages, complex yet so simple.
Yet, to me, those are but one portion of what I know!
For those times, though ancient, were more recent far,
Than, the time before history had yet begun its’ march.
It is no idle fancy that I beheld many a hot distant star,
And on other worlds than this I began my mad search.
What had I hoped to find, that I did not possess once,
When on high I soared, and stood beautiful and bright?
Would thou understand if I told thee and realize thence,
The boundlessness of passion: in darkness and in light?
“None can conquer fate, for destiny is unique to each,
With every soul walking the path that is theirs alone…
I too swore an oath of old, as to Heaven I did reach!
But now I dwell on a world far from my ancient home.
That old life seems alien now for once human so long,
You forget what it was like to walk in celestial glory.
Sometimes you remember, and the memory is strong!
It inspires you to write and share an interesting story.”
If the cosmos could stretch forth its’ hand in pointing…
To the place where all life so began, that first paradise,
Whose waters were most clear, so blessedly anointing:
That world would be familiar to me, and its’ vast skies.
For, this too is mine to remember, and to pass down…
That the old secrets may not perish, but persist always!
There were cities and palaces built beneath the ground,
On that distant planet whose glory faded with the days:
Until what lay above ground fell into decay ceaseless…
And in the dark places, lurked evils that eternally haunt.
Some sins are too great even for the gods to confess…
I cannot speak of some, even had I so wicked a want!
“I often think of that queen, and I wonder after her so!
Does she ponder the things that I do, wisdom to bestow?
Of the ancient oaths we both swore, we kept our vow,
We endure throughout all time; we survive, even now.”
Better to speak of fair things, of roses and spring rains,
Than to dwell upon the fates of places long forsaken…
For any world can become lost, and fallen its’ domains.
Look not too deeply to Heaven lest faith grow shaken!
I once sought knowledge and I learned far too much…
Until I could not contain the things some see in dreams.
For my vision was cosmic and through it I did watch…
The ebb and flow of time and all of its’ infinite streams!
Is this what mortals seek to learn, and hope to fathom?
Then I pity them, for in discovering such, no joy exists.
Look instead, unto the simple flower with its’ blossom!
Hold it in thy heart, for that is where all beauty persists.
Published 31st May 2012
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I decided to be unique, and use for this poem's illustration a photo of me taken this past month that I added an ethereal background to. (Yes, I am blonde at the moment! It is my latest spring look.) The finished image has a very goddess-like quality to it, which suited some of what is conveyed in the poem nicely. That made it the perfect choice, and a very interesting illustration indeed. Now, without any further ado... enjoy the poem.
31st May 2012 7:00am
of its own. Your poem seems to be a portal to a world, surreal and yet so exotic, a dream alnd where one desires not ever to awake. I always enjoy your poems Jessica.
