Category Archives: Next world




But that we are on perennial Lists of the living  dying
And once again flowering on someone’s collective right
Or another’s left, honoured blossoms in the frame and light
And all that can be cherished, remembered, idolising
Polished stones or gilded parchments within perspectives visible, allied,
Augmented and beyond the commonweal or plebiscite,
We worship the imagination albeit inoculated with conjecture’s might,
As legacies to thought and evidence, by youth of course despised—
The seed of tears to those who would have it so—
There comes a balance in justice, impediment to all that builds the blind
To hide while viewing bliss to hearts who bear the weight of manicured time,
The yeasts of arts and sciences of all humanity; choices grown
To what is sanctified beneath as bequests of and to Creation above all texts
Declaring a  clear succession in this life that mirrors what must come next.

Slip not

…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… []

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.