Worn down by the frantic stillness of modernity
The soul yearns for desire
One that is slowly fading, beneath the loss of meaning.
So complex, conflicting, the wants of man
The pleasures of flesh, nature's decree
No less than the longing of the spirit
For everything that is out of this world
For that which destroys the predictability of this world
For that which unchains the eternal laws, which prohibit
eternity and infinity.
These notions, existing only in the human mind,
Rise above the programmed, unfolding matter of the cosmos
Yet, they still emerge out of the flesh, dependent,
And cease a moment after it fails.
Are we truly then, a part of this world
Or are we, the Children of Matter,
Perishing aimlessly, by the hand of our own parent
Their wondrous plane destroyed again and again
For it is desire, not observation, that the soul is eternal
Rationality speaks to my ego
To battle with death, to hate the frail flesh
To aim for the transfiguration of my being
To conquer eternity and infinity
The Cosmos speaks to my soul
To embrace body and love, to be a sentinel of life
And willingly join with All, in eternity and infinity
Renouncing identity and person-hood
Can these perspectives be reconciled?
When every action sways towards one or the other
Or is it self-deceit to search for a middle path?