Between a worry and a wonder,
In the opus of time, between each day and night.
That spactrum in the drop of dew,
Between the sun and the drop.
A little seed, has grown into tree with flowers.
Between the seed and the flower.
Dusted dreams,
Between the sapience and sin.
Still searching for you,
Between a decision and a mistake.
In the opus of time, between each day and night.
That spactrum in the drop of dew,
Between the sun and the drop.
A little seed, has grown into tree with flowers.
Between the seed and the flower.
Dusted dreams,
Between the sapience and sin.
Still searching for you,
Between a decision and a mistake.
Close up:
"A witty saying proves nothing."
~ Voltaire (1694-1778)"
~ Voltaire (1694-1778)"
Very abstract…But beautiful.
ReplyDeleteYou are searching between casual humanly emotions, the physical world, the changing life (lives) around you, between teaching and execution of the teaching (i.e., sapience and sin – dream is sapience and dust is sin) and at last between decisions and fears….
Spectrum in the dew is again the totality of the field you looking at. Isn’t it a reflection of self?
I can’t go beyond. That’s all I can interpret.
:)
Haa haa….Wide range…But what are you searching in there?
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