…in interaction and appreciation of the poetic words of Alexander M. Zoltai…

All is
Lost but the
Chance to
Lose it

…in interaction and appreciation of the poetic
words above of

Alexander M. Zoltai…
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Aptly expressed; a delicious thought, actually.
There is unequalled truth to this, the bailiwick
of those who know no doubt that blessings and curses
of this life are in fact inexhaustible, inextinguishable.

What is left then, but Creation, itself? What courage
does it take to approach all aspiration and consummation
in the ashes? Every planet’s doom is reunion with its star;
every star, its own appointment with the beginning

and the end of all that matters and energy’s just what’s left over.
And perhaps this is, after all, the raison d’être
for the inexhaustible,
the indivisible, inextinguishable

pain or sorrow, joy or bliss
within the mansions of this world.
If it is of God, it will last beyond leaving,
and as the longed for inauguration into the Next.

Be it the either which, expressed quite simply,
the Heavens and Earth may cease to exist–
in fact must in the end expire–but His Word
will never pass away, and neither the one

privy to Its existence;
and like all that is, we are in the end,
indivisible, inextinguishable.
Whilst we breathe, so, too, breeds our sacred company,

so, too, our own clear magnification in direct proportion
to recognition of one another and in the reality
of His oneness, our own dear being,
indivisible, inextinguishable.

4 responses to “…in interaction and appreciation of the poetic words of Alexander M. Zoltai…

  1. I will be pondering how to feature this poem on my blog

    Certainly not to lay claim to the importance of my ten words but to honor the creation they inspired from you 🙂

  2. Long title, 😉 .. so I followed the link and went on a journey of discovery… and now I have an aching back to contend with, so I shall return when it stops annoying me, so I can relax and give more attention to your words… oh creative one.. xPenx

    • raison d’être , this I love, .. to say the words out loud, my raison d’être , makes the wondering even more ..exotic?… exciting? … or just simply adds a touch of ‘condiment’ to a fine dinner. Not too much mind, don’t want cloak the initial taste. … I shall keep on breathing, and whilst I breathe I shall ponder still on who it is I am, and why am I sitting here at this precise time, and how come the more I type, the worse-erer I get. 😉 xPenx

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