Always sailing close to the edge
on the precipice of time. Trying to move
beyond ego and, into the sublime.
The rivers of life lead to
white foam falling
wherein, lies the heart of all longing.
I live, eat and breathe through passion. Yes passion.
It’s the key which opens every door for me.
My sea of life boils and plays with endless musical
movement amid that effervescence of smoldering desire.
Pondering this and other things upon the precipice
completely aware that the past is gone
but the present is still mine.
~*~
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I love the shape of this and-
My sea of life boils and plays with endless musical
movement amid that effervescence of smoldering desire.
I especially like, “effervescence of smoldering desire”. Nice.
Love this! it’s such an interesting idea to be on the precipice of time.
Passion is GREAT! But can be exhausting… here’s hoping for a little bit of “down” time 🙂
I really like this: “lead to white foam falling”
passion is the key, and passion lives on the precipice… beautifully poemed and very ‘now’ – I like that
You got me with the first line, it’s wonderful.
K
passion is surely a key that opens many doors but also can get you into lots of trouble..ugh…yes…but.. who would want to live life any other way…on the edge of what’s possible…i like
amazing truth explained in a fabulous way. the picture you chose is so beautiful and befitting!
i like the living through passion…there is no other way to do it as far as i am concerned…smiles….
Good to live a little dangerously!
Just beautiful. I especially love:
“The rivers of life lead to
white foam falling
wherein, lies the heart of all longing.”
I am giving this a Whoop, Whoop!!!!!! Damn that was fabulous, the first line is hook from hell. Nice work.
I agree with you on the passion side… I think without this ingredient, our life will be stale and just boring.
Hope you are enjoying the warm(er) day ~
The present is ALWAYS yours, my dear.
From where we came, to where we are going it’s all a beautiful dream.
xo
“completely aware that the past is gone
but the present is still mine.”
I love that!
Love this:
The rivers of life lead to
white foam falling
wherein, lies the heart of all longing.
and living, eating, breathing through passion…
Such a good way to be… Beautiful poem!
Gloriously written.
One always has to find something to be passionate about. Without some kind of passion, life is only shades of grey.
That cat is still stuck on the ego part, it’s so big it is hard to get past. But he can float over the divide with it..haha
Such an amazing concept you have depicted in your words. I really like your interpretation of the word.