Precipice of Time

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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Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada and design custom made candles

21 thoughts on “Precipice of Time”

  1. I love the shape of this and-

    My sea of life boils and plays with endless musical
    movement amid that effervescence of smoldering desire.

  2. passion is the key, and passion lives on the precipice… beautifully poemed and very ‘now’ – I like that

  3. 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

  4. 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!

  5. One always has to find something to be passionate about. Without some kind of passion, life is only shades of grey.

  6. 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

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