A
annique
🕊️ seeking profound peace 🕊️
- Jul 5, 2022
- 201
Last poem
When you no longer feel the graces of Nature,
like the sunset, and the sunrise, and the starry nights,
there is no longer any reason to be in this world.
And when you are already mute to poetry,
and blind to the colours of the mornings and the nights,
and deaf to the songs of the birds,
and insensitive to the touches of the wind,
and indifferent to the perfumes of the flowers,
there is no longer any reason to be in this world.
And when the Future presents itself to you as naked of hopes and dreams,
and when the Present annihilates the life that the Past had once promised you,
there is no longer any reason to be in this world.
And the journey can be diverse,
and it can bring you joy,
and sadness,
and good feelings,
and also bad feelings.
And to the travelers who have scheduled their departure for much later,
I wish you good times. And we meet another time,
because there is no longer any reason to be in this world.
When you no longer feel the graces of Nature,
like the sunset, and the sunrise, and the starry nights,
there is no longer any reason to be in this world.
And when you are already mute to poetry,
and blind to the colours of the mornings and the nights,
and deaf to the songs of the birds,
and insensitive to the touches of the wind,
and indifferent to the perfumes of the flowers,
there is no longer any reason to be in this world.
And when the Future presents itself to you as naked of hopes and dreams,
and when the Present annihilates the life that the Past had once promised you,
there is no longer any reason to be in this world.
And the journey can be diverse,
and it can bring you joy,
and sadness,
and good feelings,
and also bad feelings.
And to the travelers who have scheduled their departure for much later,
I wish you good times. And we meet another time,
because there is no longer any reason to be in this world.