Poem: Existence and Liminality

Touching the simplicities of life,
The physical connections,
Of people and places past,
That we hear, touch, and taste.
The echoes play with our senses.

Between the trees,
We walk our path in shade,
With the whispers of eons,
Accompanying our steps.

The sun and stars,
Keeping time and timelessness.
They maintain their flowing rhythm.
It is merely the cold and warmth,
That move us on.
Regardless, in the end,
We possess a beauty,
Of existence and liminality.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s