Destined For Life
A Poem Exploring Meaning And Being
Knowing and Being, a fleece yet twinning A yearning for existence, do we not know? To live and survive, is it not so? Tis just a disguise, ain’t we just thieving? Wrong you are, for we’ve always been sinning Steal of old likeness, our ancestors grieving Grieving theirs evils, we’ve taken their gall Such sorrow to know we’re not free at all No currents are found, a stagnation befalls… There! In root! Such luminance in our spark A light shines forth, in our christened caverns The word, our songs, together molding desires Of humility we find transcendence there higher Rhizomes of fusing spirits in motion Covered in singed laces of destiny’s mourning We thread carefully looking for soul’s meaning
Sour those tunes as we’re trailing closer inside Past loose fibers, of potentials to be There! In the center, the instrument of life The spinning wheel of fate, oh how it gleans Taking lose branches and creating great trees Now we can know, of the tune, its needs As it continues to twine those threads from seeds
Attention is paid, an understanding shared As I’ve begun to hear foreign yet separate songs One lines and sees as the other just goes Harmony and dissonance in balance it ties A rousing attraction explodes as they die As the music it lives and soon after it falls These melodies that mingle together make all Singing our song, of colliding creation We’re spun of such gears, of conscious divisions Parts of all things, fragments from whence unity In fellowship, we create sparks as we grow our teeth Our connections our nexus, we begin to glow As our chorus and dance falters and grows We the limited, fragments of life’s cog Destined for the wheel of knowing and being
Thanks for reading! This is my second of a series of poems exploring the notions of knowing and being. Find my previous one below!
Ilija Begic
